The Wheel Workers - Harbor

Cold

I am wasted, running out of dreams
I erased it, can't get out the stain
Cut me off, cut me so deep
It still bleeds

I am senseless, a frozen soul
Sealed up, with nowhere left to go
I have ice instead of eyes
Now I'm just cold

Took for granted so many things
Never thinking, never seeing
But now you stripped away meaning

Each day I slip on my shoes
Come back come bearing my blues
Cracked up, searching for some warmth
But I'm just cold

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Writer(s): Steven Higginbotham
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