Risk/Reward

I'm cold, conscience numbing from the windchill

Unfold, words start flowing, there's a lot to say

Now should I step away?

How could I anyway?

I've traced it back right to the days

I hate the guilt, but love the taste

My eyes should be gouged, this can't resolve

Those eyes were too much for the walls my soul created

In the frigid arms of winter, we burned the wick at both ends

Then tricked ourselves, but didn't know

Feels good knowing no one isn't out there

The reach casts across the sea

When the feeling passes, another casualty

I've traced it right back to the day

I hate the game, but love to play

Those eyes are gouging, this can't be good

My eyes saw too much for the mind my skull protected

In the frigid arms of winter, we burned the wick at both ends

I felt the heat, but couldn't let go