The sun's hot enough,
To fry an egg on the sidewalk;
And yet, I feel so cold.
So cold like winter.

So cold that if you'd stab me,
I'd shatter into a million snowflakes.

Everything I touch,
Turns ice instead of gold
And I'd rather have
The latter melting

Because I'd rather be covered
With hot metal,
Than drown with this
Melted emptiness...