Blood grows cold across the icy snow
As I limp away
You took you sweet blade of love
And sliced my throat
I start to dream of what was started
How a loved you so
God gave me some much love for you
You will never know
I think of the love this tide wave
I sank to the bottle of my soul
Tried to slice but didn’t have the balls
Tried to live with this sickness of my soul
Slowly I die this I know
Lost all my heart and soul
No pride, no hope
God only knows
Pray to him I hope he real
Because my hell is so real
I have cried my soul away
