Why do I feel this way?
What's this I have in my hand?
It's cold, and its blue,
but it's a present for you!
Here, I give it to you.
It's cold, and its hard,
I push it all the way trought!
Trought your cold heart!
I feel better,
I feel good,
It's a new live,
without you!
by Stefan�a Reynisd�ttir.