The moon shines
On a cold winter night
Off my blood
It shines bright
Alone I sit
Freezing cold
This loneliness
Is getting old
I cut everyday
Sometimes more
I hide in a corner
On the floor
I look up
And see the moon
Praying for it
To end soon.
The moon shines
On a cold winter night
Off my blood
It shines bright
Alone I sit
Freezing cold
This loneliness
Is getting old
I cut everyday
Sometimes more
I hide in a corner
On the floor
I look up
And see the moon
Praying for it
To end soon.
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