When you turn cold
cold as the artic...

Blue fire
blaze of desire...

Don't hate me for who
i am...

Hands moving
eyes closed...

In the shadows
is were i lay...

Mirror mirror
on the wall...

It walks through the night
with a long cloak...

Why do i love you
why is it true...

She runs
runs forth...

She falls
never to get back up...

She stands still
only the knife...

Why misunderstood
what you never could...