It's cold out here, I think I need to go
inside....
but I have nowhere to go, let alone run and
hide....
Honest to God the truth is, I don't want to run
away....
but the softness of your inner walls, always invite me to
stay....
It's you that makes me feel this way, Ms. Gentle
Eve....
I have no more use for air, cuz I can not
breathe....
So please let me come inside, I promise I won't neglect the
possibility....
and if you allow me to be free, I'll show you
tranquelity....
hostility