As I stand out in the cold
What does it do to you when I carve your name into my flesh?
What does it do to you when I bleed for you?
What more can i do to get you back?
My tears of blood fall and hit the ground....
I stand outside in the cool brisk air thinking of you always.
As the wind blows through my hair I feel your touch.
When I close my eyes and think of you I see your face and I so dearly want to reach out and touch you
But as I reach out to touch you, you wither away like you withered away before my eyes.
The hot tears ice onto my pink cold cheeks.
I stand out in the wind to feel your touch...
to hear your whisper....
to look up in the sky and hope to see your face once more....
What does it do to you when I bleed for you?
What more can i do to get you back?
My tears of blood fall and hit the ground....
I stand outside in the cool brisk air thinking of you always.
As the wind blows through my hair I feel your touch.
When I close my eyes and think of you I see your face and I so dearly want to reach out and touch you
But as I reach out to touch you, you wither away like you withered away before my eyes.
The hot tears ice onto my pink cold cheeks.
I stand out in the wind to feel your touch...
to hear your whisper....
to look up in the sky and hope to see your face once more....