Walking through a cold December
It was the first time, I can remember
Racing feet and noisy halls
I take the risk chance a fall
Who was that amazing girl?
Beautiful eyes and lips that curl
A dangerous scent, precious game
With wild hair, that never tamed
I struggled and I stagger
Down the stairs, back to the latter
I ask a friend, who she was
"My sister, why? Or just because?
You like her don't you?"
I tried to talk, but couldn't argue
He was right I was under her spell
Little did I know, it would soon be a trip through Hell