turns cold to the touch

the surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold, face turns cold to the touch. my face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. when i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. now i'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me. i don't try because i'll fail. i'm just in line with the rest of admire. the surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. my face was white. left alone in desolate dreams. why can't i be beautiful, so you'd want to save me. but you're the angel with the perfect wings that i'll fucking break and take you with me. take you with me. those words left as stain. i must make you see the ugliness. you left your light on. you turned my will again. just look what you've created. a sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. i'm sorry that you're part of this, but i can't be left alone tonight. i can't be left alone tonight.