Winter

It was a cold day

I think you don't know how much i love him

But it was a cold day

And you're asking me about your shirt

I told you in my mind

One thousand times

That i'm tired of you

And the jokes you do

I warned you

Inside my head

That I can't do that

Same old game of thinking about you in my bed

And you?

You can't read, and you can't think, and you can't feel

I told you a hundred times that i am here

You can't talk and you can't sing, and you can't change your opinion

I just can't keep screaming if you refuse to hear