Lets play the game now, in
the last moments I have;
will you wait out for me in my
month of birth. its mighty cold in
that dark time but I guess only
fools last out for love.
Please, Heart and Soul, let
me be a fool for once. Let me
love in December weather, since
only the ones lost like so look
fine in that season. We, who
are so accustomed to it.
So now, bare with me as my choice
turns against logic, it's that one
chance to feel like I did before that
monster took it away them years ago.
