His cold heart and December
His eyes and hair,
As I remember, Burned amber
A story started on September
His heart was warm, Mine is ember
Two years, As far as I remember
He was a perfect pretender,
He stabbed me the next November
A morning fog of cold December
I believed, That's why,
I wasn't a pretender
That's why,
I bleed as far as I remember
That's why,
He's cold as every December
That's why,
I've got a roaring flame in my ember
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
His cold heart and December
His eyes and hair,
As I remember, Burned amber
A story started on September
His heart was warm, Mine is ember
Two years, As far as I remember
He was a perfect pretender,
He stabbed me the next November
A morning fog of cold December
I believed, That's why,
I wasn't a pretender
That's why,
I bleed as far as I remember
That's why,
He's cold as every December
That's why,
I've got a roaring flame in my ember
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