The cold weather here does not transient
I came unprepared
I see nothing in this darkness
I'm so afraid
I feel nothing but sharp brunches
As I move in this caustic mind
Towards my death
They say the devil
Can sometimes be derivative
I learned the hard way
He was really creative
She had a beautiful face I must say
Chased her straight into the dark woods
Avoided the ones who tried to
Warn me
She was the only thing I wanted
But she lost me like the cops
And she was the most wanted
I'm so lost and they can't find me
I was running so fast
Left no one behind me
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