Cold

Am I too cold for this? Feelings aren’t coming back like they did. Long long ago. Am I too lost for this? Can’t see left or right, I’m out of sight. For old times, Come by, Sit down, And look at me. Unaffected by this, Holding on to the past isn’t my way to live. No more, no more. I must be done with it, Don’t want to fight. Or set things right. No more, no more. Like old times, Come by, Sit down, And look at me. Like old times Lost chimes, Cold fires, Burnt away. Like old times Come by, Sit down, And look at me.