The
world turns cold;
My heart has died,
I cannot make it heal,
No
matter how hard I've tried;
My tears fall fresh,
From
bloodshot eyes;
It's as if everyone can hear,
Yet they ignore
my cries;
They don't even glance,
As i look their way;
It
seems that no-one cares,
That I die more each day;
The
world is cold;
My heart is dead;
My soul is gone;
And the
voices cry,
Deep within my head.