isn't it ironic,
the snow that we drunk like a tonic
wore off to leave a shell of a man
cold as ice, and leaves as fast as he can
my blood runs hot whilst yours is numb
seeing whatever girl you can next get under your thumb
you fool me once, you fool me twice
and i'll be the fool that gets fooled thrice
'i love you' isn't enough for your poor soul
covered in ice, and dark as coal
i hope you find the solace you seek
in your much desired depression streak
throw away the things you want
drinking heavily, it'll taunt
you made me yours a long time ago
and young man, i'll be that forever so.
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