Skinned

Whatever starts in my head

Will stay with me to the end

A pleasant life, I don't want

And I'm planning my descent

All around without you

Run around without you

Breathing in my cold

Don't want in you want to know

The wind is like a bitter plan

No one seems to understand

Everyone except you

No one except you

Rush to the cold, my little one

Save me, believe it, thought I was done

Question my words, come around

Terrified of the thought

You can believe it or not

Not sure where I'm gonna stand

When I find it in the end

When I'm standing without you

When I'm standing without you

Wise to your cold, no one's my one

I fell asleep and fell to my feet

Praying is not my belief

I don't want to be a better one