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 [bad word] 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.
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.