Stone cold, is my soul. You want it Satan? Consider it sold! I want to scream it loud, That I’ve got no hold, On what I’m gonna to do, What I’m gonna say, Who I’m gonna be, anymore. I feel myself slipping away, it ain’t no joke. Now let’s not ignore the person I was, Before He, the Lord, Decided I had to be ripped apart and torn, Burned down to the ground. That person had to be mourned. From the ashes, I rose. I couldn’t feel anymore. The numbness inside me roared. Love couldn’t be restored. What am I doing? What exactly is my role? Now that I’m stone cold.
Why do I write such sad stuff lol. Tell you what, I'm going to write about something happy for y'all next time xD