John Cena

Cold hands touching your face
While you make plans for lovers embrace
It's a slow ride back to her place
And I hope that I am not too late

You've got something I should understand
Weighing down in the palm of my hand
I've got nothing
I've got some kind of remorse

About you of course
And your parents divorce
Am I the only one who didn't grow up in the north?

Cold hands tell me where to wait
I've been making a lot of dumb mistakes
And I know that I can feel your pain
And I know that you know I feel the same

Well I've got something you should understand
Weighing down in the palm of my hand
I've got nothing
I've got some kind of remorse

About you of course
And your parents divorce
Am I the only one who didn't grow up in the north?

Well I think its time to abort
Cause every single day just gets a little worse
In every single day I feel a little worse