The rain feels cold upon my face. Iâm getting tired; I havenât slept in days. Complete depravity is catching up with me now. Iâve come to see that Youâre the only way out. And why am I still standing in the cold. Itâs obvious that Youâre not here. And how can I be young and feel so old. And how can I be strong and run away. And how can You still find me. And why am I still running so hard. Heading straight for the point where You pretend that You donât even know me. If this is not what I was made for then why is it so hard to change. If this is not why I am here then why do You feel so far away. And why am I still standing in the cold. Itâs obvious that Youâre not here. And how can I be young and feel so old. And how can I be strong and run away. And how can You still find me. And Iâm a liar through my soul but how come I donât hate it. And how can this be wrong, if Youâre the one that made it. Iâm the guiltiest one of them all. God, Iâm begging You to show me where I went wrong. And why am I still standing in the cold. Itâs obvious that Youâre not here. And how can I be young and feel so old. And how can I be strong and run away. And how can You still find me. And how can you still find me. And how can you still find me. And why am I still standing in the cold. When itâs obvious that Youâre not here. And how can I be young and feel so old. And how can I be strong and run away. And how can You still find me. And how can you still find me. And why do you still find me.
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