COLD TO THE BONE
Why am I supposed to say I am fine? When I'm not that fine at all Why am I supposed to say I'm ok? When you see I am not Why do I have to hide the pain when it pierces me through Why do I have to cover it while it screams for you
we've walked the same roads passing same trees and mountains waiving our hands to strangers facing adventure with passion but then something happened on the turn and we're not the same anymore stranded, chilled to the bone
Why am I not allowed to speak? When I'm full of doubt days Why am I not allowed to fear? Once fear is something we all face Why do I have to please everyone around me when I'm dying oh so lonely why do I have to spread smilings when every part of me is hurting?
we've ran the same wild fields passing houses and empty streets talking to newly-known tried different waters from the seas but them something happened on the turn we have changed, we have grown stranded, cold to the bone
