Turns cold to the touch

The surface of a broken hand,
a credent hand with nothing to hold
face turns cold to the touch.
my face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor.
when i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward.
now i'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me.
i don't try because i'll fail.
i'm just in line with the rest of admire.
the sruface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold.
face turns cold to the touch.
my face was white.
left alone in desolate dreams.
why can't i be beautiful, so you'd want to save me.
but you're the angel with the perfect wings that i'll fuc*** break and take you with me.
take you with me.
those words left as stain.
i must make you see the ugliness.
you left your light on.
you turned my will again.
just look what you've created.
a sick frail man scared to look at his shadow.
i'm sorry that you're part of this,
but i can't be left alone tonight.
i can't be left alone tonight