Cold World

This a lonely world, "you on ya own son," so I phone this girl up to come over

This a frozen world, yea a cold one, snow joke, sure 'nuff I'm bi-polar

This a phony world, full of posers, so I mostly turn up on my lonesome

This a broken world, full of holes hun, that why I'm always on the search for what's wholesome

Yea I search and I search but I don't find, the silver linin keepin hopes high

For tho the sun shines with a gold light, I feel inside like I've gon' blind

Yea I hurt and I hurt but I don't cry, I'm too busy tryin to hold tight

My souls dumb tired of this old fight, its been like this my whole life

I confess I'ma wreck and depressed from the stress that don't ever let up on the man, god damn

Send the meds in my hand to my head for some rest, til I'm so messed up that I can not stand