Cold Dish

If I was made out of metal, would you burn me into pieces begin brand new
My old friend said to give up, quit while you're ahead
There's no purpose, you should learn this
Feel what you feel, eat up your meal, a dish served cold
A dish served cold

Should I feel sentimental, or should I just run away
Like a stow away dying since birth
Should I solve all my problems or should I just run away
Like a stow away dying since birth

The feelings I've been given are an illusion
So here's my saunter, it might just haunt her
Reaping what you sow, yes it's fickle
I'll keep going, never knowing

Feel what you feel, eat up your meal, a dish served cold
A dish served cold

Should I feel sentimental, or should I just run away
Like a stow away dying since birth
Should I solve all my problems or should I just run away
Like a stow away dying since birth



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Orman
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