Your heart is cold,
stand next to my fire.
Your body is old,
you are nearing the wire.
I will always be there,
You won't have to abide.
I will hold you,
Until you are, Frozen Inside.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Your heart is cold,
stand next to my fire.
Your body is old,
you are nearing the wire.
I will always be there,
You won't have to abide.
I will hold you,
Until you are, Frozen Inside.
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