The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

I search for passion
In my mind
But despair is what I find
And a heart I hope will bind.

All love vanished
And all I ever cherished
And the happiness is perished

Everything, gone.
The factors of my smile
Gone.
The sun at dawn
That, too, is gone.
Only darkness
No happiness
Only sadness.

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

Holding my breath without you
Fighting for air
Fighting for comfort
Longing for care
Like longing for air

Breathing I will have to do eventually
Like getting over this I will have to do rationally
That feeling of panic
Of something you know you need to do
That feeling of guilt
Like you did something wrong
Fixing things is all that you long

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

I would make another promise again
But what are those anymore?
I've broken all mine
Like you've broken all yours

All I am is broken glass
Wondering if the pain will ever pass
Cutting others with my own injury
I do it in fury
Like a smokey hot fire
Like a cut wire
Like broken glass.

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

The cold wants warmth
And grey wants light
Cold and grey,
That's all I'll ever be
Cold and grey,
That's all I see.

And that's me.

Have you lost all hope, my dear?
Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real?
Have you held everything in,
And took it out on that precious skin?

I have, I have, in the past
But this time, I swear, will be the last
I've said that quite a few times
And not followed my lines
But that's in the past
And this time will be my last.

I'm sure you've said that too
But you've done it again
And then your guilt grew
And regret came through
After you took it out on that precious skin
After holding every single thing in.

Have you taken a blade,
And used it for the wrong reason?
Because self-induced pain is all that you're seizing?
Have you hurt yourself, my dear,
Thinking no one will care?

Did you love seeing your own blood,
Pouring out of that precious skin,
Just like a flood?
Was that your rush?
And you thought it wasn't enough?

Have you lost all hope, my dear?
Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real?
Have you held everything in,
And took it out on that precious skin?

I'm here to say
It isn't the right way
I'm not one to talk
Because that path I have walked
But I can say this:
Please, my dear,
Don't take it out on your precious skin.