I'm going tonight, theres no turning back.
I'll miss the winter, and the night's pitch black.
Look for me among the dark shawdowed trees,
Where the ice cold snow lays day after day.
You'll know I'm there when you feel my pain,
and the grey sky begins to rain.
My soul you will feel in the chilling air,
a reminder of how much pain you've caused by pretending to care.
Its too late now, my blood has shed,
1 single drop for each word you've said.
Now I must go, but I will return,
and for once I'll show you the pain, the burn.
My sun will never be seen,
these clouds will never leave.
So slowy it dies unpleasently choked,
Just like me,
with your knife at my throat.
 
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