Five but feels like negative nine
Do I answer you?
My finger tips are cold
Mentally I'm about to fold.
Walking around in the cold,
Trying to grab this knife that you left in my back.
I tried to be kind, I walked your thin line.
I tried to find, to figure out who was behind that mind.
Did you laugh?
On the day you lied and I got left behind?
Still by my side but distantly lost in another time.
Do I answer your call?
Do I hide from you and the rest of it all?
Run to God and ask for a sign.
Walk the streets and listen to the wind.