Did I waste my life?
In waiting for something?
Or anything that can warm my cold feet.

Did I lose a part of my life?
In taking a step back.
Did I manage my self more than the love I crave?

Nothing change, I am not as proactive
and as eager to find that warmth?
Perhaps, I never care from the start.

Todays one of those days
Had coffee spilled on my face
But i’m lucky cause it was cold just like my feet
They wouldn’t move out of place
She told me she might get an apartment
A few states away
She could tell by the tone of my voice
I was keeping my emotions at bay
So many sentences so little sense so I decided to say
“I don’t really care anymore, don’t we all just do what we want anyway?”


She said hey
It's not about here or there
It’s not about you or me
It’s about what makes us happy
And i'm not happy


I watched clocks turn into calendars
And her smile make a U turn
Eventually leaving town
Now i’m sitting at home hoping to hear the doorbell
Or a knocking sound
But it’s quiet and i’ve got this ringing in my ears
And it sounds a bit like all my worst fears
And despite my best efforts it won’t disappear
Just like the feeling from when you were here


She called and said hey
It’s not about here or there
It’s not about you or me
It’s about what makes us happy
And I think i’m happy
I wish you were happy


But honey where’s your sweetness gone?
I’ve got a bitter taste left on my tongue
But honey where’s your sweetness gone?
Why did it have to leave while we were young

its colder than winter,
since she walked out that door
and i'm going to miss her
shes told me that once

i didnt expect you to love me
all i wanted you to do is try
my feet has grown cold
and my tears turned to ice

as i watch the sun set
in this cold November nights,
wishing i can see you smile again
all i do is grow lonely

i couldn't make you love me
even if i tried
i wish i could have given you more
but now i lost all

my heart's frozen
since you walked through that door
i cant even smile anymore
you've torn me apart

Why is it that my hands are hot
And my feet are freezing cold?
Could it be that a fleeting heart
Would be hesitant instead of bold?