Alone in the cold
None to hold.
Why won't this nightmare ever end?
Freezing my tears turn to glass
You say this world is perfect
I laugh at that
The laugh is bitter, and hollow.
This frozen hell
Is no better then anyother.
None to hold.
Why won't this nightmare ever end?
Freezing my tears turn to glass
You say this world is perfect
I laugh at that
The laugh is bitter, and hollow.
This frozen hell
Is no better then anyother.
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