Its a bitter, biting, blizzard that I have entered,
Lost and injured,
A wasp with no stinger,
A wounded animal surviving the winter,
Who's gonna remove this huge wooden splinter,
This stake that's been driven strait through my heart,
I'm undead, alive, alone in the dark,
I keep thinking back on memories,
Remembering how things used to be,
This sorrow seeps into my soul,
This game is so cold,
I feel centuries old,
With broken hearts and lost loves,
Is anyone right for any of us?,
Who do you trust?,
How do you endure?,
I see love as a sickness for which there's no cure...