Not once have you picked up your phone
I knock on the door, but nobodys home
I shake and tighten my muscle in fear
Wishing and praying for your voice to hear
As the cold wind rips off my face
Frozen to the bone, completely numb
Still, Pale, and Empty I Become
Clear and cold as the snow that falls
A reasonless life to live as I walk these halls
I'll never live knowing your gone
I'll never let you go alone
Two shadows will roam this world together
Alive or dead, I'll be with you forever
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