Cold
All i ever wanted was to make you happy
but i guess i couldnt because you were too busy
busy looking at other things rather than my eyes
eyes you didnt know every night cries
couple months passed and i grew tired
you were not the one that i once admired
promised that youd never leave me all alone
now im feeling chilly from my flesh upto my bone
people come and go in and out my life i didnt know
i didnt care no i didnt show no emotions
its like my heart turned into a stone
and wrote in my own gravestone
i turned into ice and people started racin'
cold like a blizzard now i gotta start erasin'
all these memories that you left now they are burnin'
cause i made up my mind that i gotta stop chasin'
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