Thursday, January 2, 2014

Ice Ice Cold..

You said later,
Like a dictator,
An uncreative creator,
As an translator,
Pretending to be a traitor,
Of you're own emotions,
You've got no notions,
Or cure potions,
Only placebo lotions,
How can you be so empty?
Can't you see?
You're losing me,
When you make a stray,
Down to my way,
You're never gonna stay,
So just stay the hell away...
My feelings for you I sold,
For a hand full of gold,
A part of me you never new,
Is ice cold...
Ice cold...
Ice cold...

You are as cold as ice... Ice ice cold...

















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