Frozen

                I've got a chill under my skin, the ice cold winds retained within,
                When you walk past you do not know, a frigid breeze doth lightly blow,
                 It creeps inside and lightly rests, upon my soul, within my breast,
                 I cannot shake it off you see, despite all the blankets I put over me,
                 and so I curl into a ball, for the cold,
                 makes it hard
                 to feel anything
                 at all.