Cold wind in your hair
Sitting on a true green chair
But your thoughts will run around again
Feel like unreal
Try more a hand can hold
The taste of self-confidence so far
But don't realize
You remove to a wrap - the trap
I see you crash down
In a sea of decline
I see you crash down
Toxicated you are mine
Enclosed by a storm you can't return
From the wrap - the trap
To the wrap - the trap