I was on a bridge in snowyou held my hand and I had to go.I loved you muchWe keep in touchThen I found out about were not real
Not truly so
You skin was pale as evening snowYour teeth were sharp
Like daggers one would say
You lived in night but not in day
You were a myth
Like In those fables
When this I found
My heart was not stable I look away and say to youHow do I know your heart is true?
You take my hand
I Turn to you
If you were me and
I were you what would
You say If I asked you?
I would say my love is trueand blood means nothing
Compared to he said I love you true.
