Cause it's cold outside in this stormy weather, Yet it's warm in places that I can't remember But maybe since everyone says that this is the way I should feel, Then I guess I have come to the point Where these longings are no longer real You could be the shelter that'll shield me from the rain Or the beacon of light if I may lose my way. And I'll be fine eventually, As long as you don't leave You're my addiction – a substitute for medication I'll take my chances at something I've found so strange and unfamiliar. And if you could be by my side Then things would be so much easier I'll take my chances at something I've found so strange and unfamiliar, Even though I am aware of love and its vices It's funny how I never sleep, Yet day after day, I keep waking up. If this is how limbo feels like, Then there's nowhere to go but downwards from here How does it feel to be truly happy?