I used to walk down the path to my home.
Lonely, cold, just like the norm.
The frostbites still hurt.
Until he touches my cold heart.
I fought battles on the field
And I fought the cold against my feels.
But I certainly couldn't fight
Someone that is in my love sight.
He's always been there, watching
Caring and talking about what I'm thinking.
He gave me a scarf he made.
Since then, my life changed by a shade.
And now I'm here, sitting next to my little vain.
With the shaky movements of the train.
His sleep sounds like blowing into a bullet shell,
It makes a good melody. With his cute face as well.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
I used to walk down the path to my home.
Lonely, cold, just like the norm.
The frostbites still hurt.
Until he touches my cold heart.
I fought battles on the field
And I fought the cold against my feels.
But I certainly couldn't fight
Someone that is in my love sight.
He's always been there, watching
Caring and talking about what I'm thinking.
He gave me a scarf he made.
Since then, my life changed by a shade.
And now I'm here, sitting next to my little vain.
With the shaky movements of the train.
His sleep sounds like blowing into a bullet shell,
It makes a good melody. With his cute face as well.
