Into the Cold

Well you invite me in
then shut me out into the cold.
Well I’m so sick of knocking on your door.
You always think you’re right but you never try to see
what’s on the other side of the door.
You gotta make up your mind.
This isn’t the price is right.
Or do you have something to hide?
Or can you really not make up your mind?
Is it really that hard
to think of someone else?
Or can you only think of yourself?
You beg me to come back to you
and as soon as I even reply
you act like I just said a big lie.
Well i’m so sick and tired of trying to read your mind.
How am I to know what you think
when you don’t even know yourself inside,
when you don’t even know your own mind.
Sometimes when I sleep
I pray that when I wake
you will have escaped my memories
You spin me round and round
and hold me right down
to the bottom of your heart.
You gotta make up your mind,
this isn’t the price is right.
Or do you have something to hide?
Or can you really not make up your mind?
Well Im so sick and tired of trying to read your mind
How am I to know what you think
when you don’t even know yourself inside,
when you don’t even know your own mind?
Oh what do you hide?
When you hide?
What’s inside?
What’s inside?
What do you hide?
When you hide?
What’s inside?
What’s inside?
Well you invite me in
then shut me out into the cold.