As of now, I bet you got me wrong.
As of now, I bet you got me wrong.
Like the coldest winter chill – heaven beside you, hell within.
Everyday it’s something, hits me all so cold. Find me sittin’ by myself, no excuses, then I know.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
Lots of AiC in slower-paced grunge mode? Yes please.