• I stretch my arm out into the cold slicing wind,
    It leaches the heat away from that limb,
    you took my emotions and played a game,

    white and black, black and white,
    I thought which one am i?

    I try to keep my arm out,
    my pain gets stronger as i leave my logic behind and keep trying,
    you thought it was funny to watch me get angry,

    what can I do? what do I do?
    I met you and found out,

    my arm hangs with little life,
    I gave you what i could and as much as i could,
    you took my feelings and tore them apart,

    Black and white, white and black,
    I know now which one I am,
    you know that you like black most of all.