I get this feeling every year, the first days of winter. Pull out that box of souvenirs, to read your old letters. In a stack of memories, found a note you left for me.
I tried to kill the pain. But only brought more (so much more). I lay dying. And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal. I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming.
Finally met Virginia on a slow summer night. Thought I should forgive you so I came back. You're a sight for sore eyes. Right for those lies. They save me after all!.
Hey, I want a taste. You're a black heart devil and I can't explain. Why I wait for your face. You're a hotel lover on the back end deal of this race.