Texty: Convergence. Points Of Views. Listen.

Talkin' to my grave, I disappear
Talkin' to my hart, I get sick
I've never seen my mother's face
I've never felt my father's hand
All I got are pain and misery
I'm cold like the ice
But there's something burning inside
My love and my pain, overlooked.
I'm watching over and carrin' my best time on and on
I'm walking alone
I'm the best friend of my self
But now I know what to do
I will escape from my feelings
My life and myself is all my need
I'm cold like the ice
But there's something burning inside
My love and my pain, overlooked.
I'm watching over and carrin' my best time on and on
I'm walking alone
I'm the best friend of my self