| My dark days are not my smart days. All my intelligence laid to waste, go ahead and smack my face. I reach for your hand, but you don't understand. I'm never around when you try to apologize. I can't escape the blizzard you've created, the frozen wasteland has become my demise. There must be another soul inside this cold desert and to find them I would pay any price. For I know the warmth of our hearts together would melt all this forsaken ice. We would be swimming in an ocean of love. It would be our own paradise greater than the one up above. |