My enemy hits me with a hard one,
A hard, cold one,
Showing me, my way out
Whilst shoving the cold ice down my shirt
Like a cut in a breeze, swaying to each droplet
Of blood
Remembering the first moments of our love
How we began, how we throw it all into the herds
Of, the hands that guide me you to the under-
Why won't you notice it if you don't do it now?
I …
Can't say it, sweet friend.
We are forgotten and lost.