Earlier, I had a moment
The kind that you get
When the last sun
Of the summer sets.
But I'm not fuelled by hatred
And I'm not fuelled by regret.
But you were
the best girl yet
Maybe I'm easily led...
And today I had a notion
The kind that you get
When the first snow
Of the winter sets.
And I'm not fired by hatred
And I'm not fired by regret
But you were
The best girl yet.
Maybe you're better off dead.
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