Your cold shoulder feels like ice are you willing to sacrifice I remember that song

We are but yo-yo’s for the taking except what we will Ride the waves without real feeling

Crazy voices seap through the walls telling me what I don’t care to hear nevermind,

Twist the dial come on tell me you care tell me

I do terrible with silence can’t stand it makes me want to scream

Who am I... But this old birdhouse Teetering Over the sea Waving around

It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like

I am a chamelon lived experienced so much

I’ve died A thousand Times already