My blood is turning blue.
All I know is its because of you.
I'm turning to a white, a shallow cold snow.
And I'm frozen away where I don't want to go.
I'd like to return to the time before,
But you've already made my heart very sore.
So don't you go calling me babe or girl again,
Or ask why its too late, cause you know when.
I'm going to miss you,
I hate the fact its so true.
