Do you know, do you even know
how the snow winds its way deep into your soul,
and it freezes your heart till it stops blood flow?
And you lie, even though you look into my eyes.
Even though you found a guy who'd die
for you, you still somehow want more.
I know I seem unstable,
I know I seem unsure,
I know I seem uncertain,
Exactly what am I here for?
How long (can I stay here)?
How long (will you let me stay)?
How long (can I stick around)?
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