
Little pieces of revenge in my pocket
It cuts through my skin
It cuts through my heart where I feel nothing at all
Little pieces of icicles
There’s frost on my eyelashes
There’s frost on my skin
There’s frost on my fingertips where I touch you before I sleep
I’m not over you no matter what I do
Little flames of misery
It burns in my eye
It burns on my hand
It burns on my tongue where I lick you before I sleep
Little drops of melancholy
It drowns out my sun
It drowns out my soul
It drowns me,
It drowns me before I sleep
I’m not over you no matter what I do
It doesn’t matter if I held you head
above the water
It doesn’t matter if I brought you a
warm woollen coat
You’re still cold
And I always lose to you








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