John Cena - Donovan Wolfington

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