Eilson - Cold Hearted

Walking out in the cold brisk air

No direction and not a care

Looking for a place to run or hide

From all the things eating you inside

No place, to run or hide

From all the the things eating you inside

To escape, the things inside

That keep you awake at night

Eyes open, accepting fate

Things not how they appear to be

Endless running from the truth

Accepting the lies of our youth

Putting together the missing pieces

Realizing the lies once fed

Cheating fathr, addict for a mother

Reality nevr wanting to face