It's cold my hands keep on shaking
Warmed by friction
My frozen feet begun to move
I couldn't see which way I was heading
I trip and fell leaving behind a sweat
and faint scent like a mirage flavor
Silent cry is more noisy that is ear-breaking
It's cold my hands keep on shaking
Warmed by friction
My frozen feet begun to move
I couldn't see which way I was heading
I trip and fell leaving behind a sweat
and faint scent like a mirage flavor
Silent cry is more noisy that is ear-breaking