You think you're bugging me,
You think I'll break first,
I see the flowers dying,
I see my heart hurting,
The ground is covered in ice,
The ice is warmer then your heart,
Right now I want to hide,
I want to see you,
I want to talk,
It's crystal clear,
Your mad at me,
For what? ,
That's the number one question.
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