If only I’d forget you after one last dance
but you’re everywhere, yes you are
In every melody and in every little scar
yes you are, you are...
you were the book I loved so bad and had to leave it half way done cause you were getting too heavy to hold.
but he didn't know that I was the darkness; like the quiet screams of the snowflakes in a cold dark night. like the traces of the blood on the snow-covered road. like the old silver dagger hidden in the wooden box under the rotten bed... can you feel it?