the snow is red
when you're down
when all the memories are dead
life is to real
In the heart there is a leak
fade away, hide and seek
no more playing, give it back
before it cracks and colours black
You laid me down naked on the ground
just walked away, out of the frame
left me behind with all the shame
who am I to say it's unfair?
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