This tree does not move.
Its leaves are made of snow.
My heart's completely alone,
I'm not sure I want your love.
This apples are rotten.
But they taste like heaven.
Heaven tastes like sugar.
And sugar tastes like you.
This sea has become ice.
Frozen solid is her heart.
The cold morning I saw you leave.
May be the happiest I've ever seen.
This forest sings a lullaby,
That we both know.
But I'm sure its a lie.
You never cared who I really was.
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