So Cold
This is the end of your trust My favourite dreams have turned into dust Nobody can stop us Well, this is the end of my pride We need no attention We just need more time To answer this question We just need more time To use our discretion Stay! Feel the pain! It’s cold so cold! And we play someone’s game Called love, love! This is the end of your touch We’re standing accused, need each other so much We’re standing confused But the cold is too much So why do you refuse now We must Stay!...