Kritickill
Текст песни 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.