Cold کے بول

I believe what you say So take what you please I need you now Don't leave me out so I can rot Why you so cold Why you so cold Why you so cold Touch my skin and treat me like home You won't Doesn't seem to be your type Don't Cut me off like I don't mind No That seems to be what you like Fuck the way the hurt [?] you want me Then kick me to the dirt Won't you be my hideaway I could be your shell I guess that's not your crime to face Sitting on the shelf That's where I'll rot I know Not everything is set, in stone Unspoken reach, that's what keeps you sane I'm sure, you definitely heard it Scratching at the surface, screaming out Why you so cold Why you so cold Why you so cold Fuck the way the hurt [?] you want me Then kick me to the dirt Won't you be my hideaway I could be your shell I guess that's not your crime to face Sitting on the shelf That's where I'll rot