Cold - Cross Me

Looking back at me I see

That I never really got it right

I never stopped to think of you

I’m always wrapped up in Things I cannot win

You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong

Like a drug that gets me high

What I really meant to say

Is I’m sorry for the way I am

I never meant to be so cold

To you I’m sorry about all the lies

Maybe in a different light

You could see me stand on my own again

Cause now i can see