Cause it’s cold outside in this stormy weather, yet it’s warm in places that I can’t remember.
But maybe since everyone says that this is the way I should feel, then I guess I have come to the point where these longings are no longer real.
You could be the shelter that’ll shield me from the rain or the beacon of light if I may lose my way. And I’ll be fine eventually, as long as you don’t leave. You’re my addiction – a substitute for medication.
I’ll take my chances at something I’ve found so strange and unfamiliar. And if you could be by my side then things would be so much easier.
I’ll take my chances at something I’ve found so strange and unfamiliar, even though I am aware of love and its vices.
It’s funny how I never sleep, yet day after day, I keep waking up. If this is how limbo feels like, then there's nowhere to go but downwards from here.