As I lay here, I am not cold,
As I pray here, I am not innocent,
As I cry here, I look at what I've done,
As he dies there, I weep
As he lies there, he screams,
As I beg god for help, I can feel his pain
As he begs for death, I can only sob,
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As he wakes, I gently touch his face,
As he waits, and hears all I have to say,
As he stares blankly ahead, he is reading my thoughts,
As my new son understands, he closes his eyes
As I call Aro, and tell him of my new family,
As he laughs and asks if I enjoyed it,
As the guilt sets in,
As I bath in my sin,
As I drank human blood,
As Edward stares, he's just seventeen years old,
As I lay here, I am not cold.