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It is cold here!
I see her from across the way,
She is so pretty I wish to hold her.
I see her love walking to wards her!
I feel the hate,
The pain of what used to be mine!
Why did she chose him?
Why not my love to keep her?
I feel the steal in my hands,
It is as cold as the night!
I know what I want!
I want her to be mine!
I wait until they walk past where I stand!
The blood is hot!
The blood is sticky!
That sweet tang of iron!
He is no more!
She is no more!
I walk away,
Slowly walk to the place I met her,
That bridge where she stoped
That gate to my peace.
Now I am there!
And now I fly!
Freely I fly down into the cold,
Into the darkness,
Now I am at my peace.
I see her from across the way,
She is so pretty I wish to hold her.
I see her love walking to wards her!
I feel the hate,
The pain of what used to be mine!
Why did she chose him?
Why not my love to keep her?
I feel the steal in my hands,
It is as cold as the night!
I know what I want!
I want her to be mine!
I wait until they walk past where I stand!
The blood is hot!
The blood is sticky!
That sweet tang of iron!
He is no more!
She is no more!
I walk away,
Slowly walk to the place I met her,
That bridge where she stoped
That gate to my peace.
Now I am there!
And now I fly!
Freely I fly down into the cold,
Into the darkness,
Now I am at my peace.
