All our past tense memories came to me
Nightmare had found the way in
The thing that I always afraid of
You act like I'm annoying to you
Your words are so cruel and cold
like snowstorm starting to fall
how can I hope to stand?
there is the blizzard waiting to give me the knockout blow
Crying out with no tears
I don’t really know you anymore
Gosh, it’s a dream..
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