You asked me
where i went
but shooting anyways
and I just screeched for you to
dying on the snow.
Set me inside a display case
Lately dear, They've not just been looking.
They've kept their widened blank cold eyes
Contradicting the fire and flames on their
faces, I think I know
Why blood is red
(So leave me dying on the snow, it hurts)
Don't move me. I don't want to go
All you ever said was "Sorry"
But you don't mean it