Walks into my room
Where there's no fire left to feed
And truth be told
I would not stay
If not for this
I'd walk away
Here our shadows loom
And there's no warmth to quell the cold
When all is said
And all is done
If not for this
I would be gone
Filtered through thin layers
Cold core, an open sore
To once have felt such pain
But a fool returns for more
And truth be told
I would not stay
If not for this
I'd walk away
Filtered through thin layers
Cold core, an open sore
To once have felt such pain
But a fool returns for more
