My blood is cold,
My heart is warm,
I have no fear of the lifeless beating sadness in our heart.
My blood is cold,
My heart is warm,
I have sadness in my eyes,
Tears dropping down my cheeks like sharpened blades.
I hate the light,
not no more am I right.
You appear out of the dark moon light;
Coming down slowly on my direction,
Seeing you by my side,with a smile which changed my life.
By: Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW
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