Don't let me go,
I'm afraid of the cold,
The games you've played have gotten old,
The words you say have shriveled and wilted,
The world's lost it's axis,
Round, and round, and round, and round,
A pin drops, but no one's around.
The night crashes down,
Like the vase that you threw,
Did you see the glass shatter?
The blood you drew
As I picked up the pieces.
And ran after you.
Your heart is black, but your hands are gold,
Under the gild, there's crackling coal,
Hardened and calloused, like your heartless soul,
How could I have ever dreamed you were someone to hold?
Drenched in my regret,
And my spirit is sold.