The young sun breaks the lake of crisp snow
As the decaying tree vow's that it won't let go
Don't know, so much, but I know it's fucked up
But uh..What about fair circumstances, chances
What ever happened to that perfect romantic kiss
Intrapment, that static bliss. The frantic turmoil
You know, that shit we look for to spell well...
The shell of Love, encased in bitter bickering
Little do we know that all it does is splenter we
Center the conceeded, weeded thought stance
As we prance along the free'd tree's taunt glance
For naught, or just glare unaware ... be unknowing
I sware i'll drag your heart apart while it's snowing.