When one burns out, another takes its place;
I am gray, I am gray
Shoot it
I am color, I am color
Shooting
This is gray, this is gray
Shot it
I am color, I am color
Shot
I frost your windowsills...
I am the reason you wear socks to sleep.
My breath is the inspiration of chill,
My fingertips, the dominant in the relationship to frozen
The once living sleep beneath my feet
The vibrant put to death below my touch
Come to me moon
Light my way...keep me safe
I will cease this world's life's flow
If only for a few waning smiles
If only for a few gaining gloom...
My avvie made me think of cold stuff so I went off about it! =D
Don't say nothing about 'tameters and blah blah, I don't care. And I know it's crappy so there really is no reason for you to mention it unless you enjoy being a repetative, assheaded R-Tard! :3
I am the reason you wear socks to sleep.
My breath is the inspiration of chill,
My fingertips, the dominant in the relationship to frozen
The once living sleep beneath my feet
The vibrant put to death below my touch
Come to me moon
Light my way...keep me safe
I will cease this world's life's flow
If only for a few waning smiles
If only for a few gaining gloom...
My avvie made me think of cold stuff so I went off about it! =D
Don't say nothing about 'tameters and blah blah, I don't care. And I know it's crappy so there really is no reason for you to mention it unless you enjoy being a repetative, assheaded R-Tard! :3
At times, they seem close enough to touch,
as they transport your dreams far away.
as they transport your dreams far away.