I bite my tongue when I'm afraid. It's not easy for those who stay. It's colder this coming Winter. I can already feel shivers. I see my soul staring at me. I wonder what it just might see. And all of this causes me grief. A little one, So Cold, Crying...
This time of year, a bane of sweets... Caught by surprise, nowhere to flee. I've lost it now, A lock, No key. A darkened path, No light to see...