Muero de Frio

It's so cold

Yet the sun shines so bright

There's no clouds in the sky

I think they're all inside my head...

I think that's why there's always rain on my cheeks...

I think I'm drowning...

I can't think clearly anyway

But there's icicles forming in my spine...

Frozen tendrils clutching the nape of my neck...

I think there's frost staining my lungs...

I think I'm suffocating...

I can't really think clearly anyway

I'm beside myself...

On the outside looking in...

I can't wake her up...

I think she's lost in there...

I think she's freezing...

But I can't even think clearly anyway

Because it's so cold

Yet the sun shines so bright...