I don't think that I'm as smart as You think I am Where I bleed in snow And my knees get cold And the weather gets old But I stay Without a label of my name Would I remain the same? And my blood went cold And the weather's old How didn't I change Am I still me without the label of my name? You start smiling And all of a sudden I feel like I'm five Turn my cheeks red The blood that's now frozen From all of that time Should I give you hints Will you take them with A shot of something that hurts a little more Than your unreciprocated love that's hard to ignore