Sometimes for an unknown reason
My hands get cold as ice
Even in the middle of a hot season
When the weather is really nice

I can't heat them up
Even if I sit on them or put them over fire
Or rap them up in a blanket like a pup
Everyone thinks I am a liar

Nobody believes me that someone is with me
I can feel it inside and out
Even though I can't see
Anyone, they are there with out a doubt

You can't feel what I feel
You don't hear what I hear when I close my eyes
I wish it were unreal
But I keep hearing their cries

It won't go away
I am telling the truth
It comes back everyday
Why is this happening to me in my precious youth

Could it be my sixth sense
Or is it just my imagination
All I know is I have no defense
When I see an aberation

Can anywho help me please
I have no control
When I feel a cold breeze
And a voice whispering, "Nicole"

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