Cold

In my chest, a hole This shit gets cliche, old I was feeling numb, bold My spirit being held, hold Being left alone in the, cold Missing the drugs but I'm fine I'm ok wasting your time I'm done getting high this time Why? I spend all my time without you Dying I'm too numb to be Crying I wanted to change now I'm just Sighing If I take another hit I'll be Flying In my chest, a hole This shit gets cliche, old I was feeling numb, bold My spirit being held, hold I was being left alone in the, cold Cold