Cold Blooded

I know I’m a black sheep
Walking the field like a Golden Fleece
I wish that I could get out of my head but I’m back in it again
It feels the same at least
I used to cry to «Only Time»
I forget the last time I tried
I wish that A Day Without Rain would make me feel the same today
But I’m desensitized
And now nothing makes me cry
I must be cold blooded
And now nothing makes me cry
I must be cold blooded
I know what’s on your sleeve
And when it weeps it’s a holy thing
When you remember Mahlon Layne turned nine and no one
Showed up to surpris him
You are crumbling
So why does nothing make m cry?
I must be cold blooded
Nothing makes me cry
I must be cold blooded
Nothing makes me cry
I must be cold blooded
I must be cold blooded
I must be cold blooded
Nothing makes me cry
I must be cold blooded
Nothing makes me cry
I must be cold blooded