Kritickill

Cold
It's a ride of emotion, I feel cold, I feel cold. When I think about my life, And all that I have done, It never occurred to me, I couldn't function on my own. Oh... Where's my fingers? Can't feel my hands. Can't feel my hands. Oh... Can't see my friends. Can't see my friends. I pushed away all the ones who card, Never did I think twice, I needed them, Not what was in my blood. From Letras Mania