December calls and I am cold,
The Autumn's gone, the Summer's old.
The snow is glowing up the sky,
Lasts as still as it hits the ground.
I tried to tell you the truth,
That there is nothing that you can do, that you can do.
Release your thoughts, and focus on the panic.
The pressure crawls under your skin,
You told me "it's alright".But there's more to the eyes,
So let me take your hand,
And I'll bring you to safety.
A memory flood back from July,
The sun is stretched across the sky,
That kept me warm through the night.
Take deep, deep breaths and face the cold,
It's not like God can just ignore.
That was the big escape.
I wish that your body would burn against mine,
Please tell me "it's fine".
Det var inget >.< My Beloved Slave övertalade mig att inte göra något och Fap kan ta sig för att hans åsikter om mig (jaekla fördomsfulla människa som anser att alla som är svartklädda är emo)... wtf...? jag Wemo? Hatar sånna och är INTE något i närheten av det!
