Cold, cold, cold.
There's no other way to describe someone.


You have a way of coming easily to me; and when you take, you take the very best of me.
So I start a fight, because I need to feel something and you do what you want, I'm clearly not what you wanted.

Oh what a shame, what a raining ending given to a perfect day.
Just walk away, there's no use in defending words you would never say.
And now that I'm sitting here thinking this through, I've never been anywhere as cold as you.

You put up walls and painted them all shades of grey.
I stood there loving it, and wished them all away.
And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer, with the nerve to adore you.

Oh what a shame, such a rainy ending given to a perfect day.
Just walk away there's no use in defending words you would never say.
And now that I'm sitting here thinking this through, I've never been anywhere as cold as you.

You never did care of anything, lovely, but I cried, cried for you.
And I know you wouldn't have told one body if I died, died for you.
Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day.
Every smile you fake is so codescending counting all the scars you've made.
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through, I've never been anywhere as cold as you.

It's fine, are you done yet?