I'm not happy when I'm sober  
I don't want to see or know the truth  
I prefer living in my dreams  
I don't like living, thats the way it seams  
 
I don't really know if I'm freezing or not  
If it comes from my heart or from the wind  
Is it raining outside or are those my tears?  
Am I dead to the world, or is it dead to me?  
 
I am sober now and I'm suffering again  
Am I torturing myself in vain?  
Don't cheer me up, leave me to die  
I'm used to be forgotten  
 
Cold is my soul, ice is all around  
Don't want to need love  
Just want to be needed..