iamjimnotu

I may feel somewhat cold, but frost can numb the pain. At times I believe the lies they told. But for how long? My eyes are black and blue, although it hurts, I cant feel the bruise. And these cuts, are from the stones you threw. You opened the wounds, bleeding once again. But still, as these stones fly, I'm still in love with you. But still, how much I try. You'll just throw your stones. Cause, My eyes are black and blue, although it hurts, I cant feel the bruise. Oh, And all these cuts, are from the stones you threw. Yet I'm glad I'm, in love with you. What ever I say, I just know that, it'll piss you off anyway.