Oh Ms Believer
My pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind
Is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove
That it's colder inside your head
Than the Winter of death
I will tell you I love you
But the marks on your ears
Will cater your fears
My nose and feet are
Running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we'll go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower
Oh Ms Believer
My pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts
Are like snow on the rooftops
Please take my hand
We're in for inland
As we travel through snow
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower
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A/N
I didn't write this song at first cuz I was afraid you guys wouldn't understand. But here it is. This song is really important to me, so please use discretion. ❤
