He only wants, unfallen fruit
They lay in pools, beside his boot
Wrapped away in your unmarked grave
Don't hurt yourself, for mistakes you made
They found her, broken and blue
Contorted, left by he who
You still can love
You watch from above, now
How many winters must you go through?
Until you realise he's found, someone new
Blue were her organs, her face, gentle hue
How many winters must you go through?
Must you, go through?
You thought you were his first and only kill
But once it's done, he seeks the same old thrill
Thought you were, his, only hunt
But your mind is sewn in back to front
They found her, broken and blue
Contorted, left by he who
You still somehow love
You watch from above, now
How many winters must you go through?
Until you realise he's found, someone new
Blue were her organs, her face, gentle hue
How many winters must you go through?
Must you, go through?
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