it finally looks outside how i feel inside.
cold & windy; permanent grey. haven't felt my heart beat in a long while.
it's gone dormant. blood's froze.
i'm chasing my dream,
and i've lost nearly all my friends, save one.
lost my love a long while back.
haven't found new love.
i have to think positive like detective angel batista.
then good things will come.
good things are here in disguises.
it just never seems to come.
it stays dark and loomy and grey.
it stays like stormy winter.