John Cena Songtext
von Donovan Wolfington

Cold hands touching her 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′t feel your pain
but 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 it's time to abort
"Cause every single day just gets a little worse
In every single way I feel a little worse"