Texty: Anata. The Conductor's Departure. Cold Heart Forged In Hell.

Searching everywhere
But always in the wrong places
For something
Anything to make me whole
These open wounds don?t seem to heal

Something is missing
Probably just the love for myself
I?m trying to compensate it with yours
So i?m just fucking you over
There?s no way to win this heart of mine

Cold heart forged in hell
My hell
Against my will

The more I give the less I have left
My body is on fire but my heart is cold
Company is just physical
Inside i?m alone

Take me, i?m all yours, yours and yours !
I give it all
My affection, my body, my services
Exclusively, but just for a while

To put it simple :
I can be the one, you can only be one
No matter how hard I try
It?s been so long since I cared
I?ve almost forgotten how it feels

Cold heart?

Inside i?m always alone
Someone, please break this heart of stone !