It's cold
This frozen, innocent snow I lay on...

It's freezing
This frosted, corrupt slush I lay on...

Sometimes I feel like I'm being left behind
So I run to catch up...

Looking around the war torn scene nothing but...
My friends and foes dying left and right...

Rain that endlessly falls
That comes from rivers that flow downward...

Remember the day we crossed paths
A stormy day...

The walking of separate paths
Mine for my feet...

'Sighs'
I'm sad...

The clock is ticking
You are leaving...

The words
The conversation...

"Smile"
It will make it better...

She's a thief
With nothing else to say...