If you love me, won't u let me know,
Playing a game of rush and roulette with my centerpiece.
This is your last shot, after this I must go..
And what we have will decease.
I'll bury it with honor,
like a fallen soldier.
Though I'll feel dishonored,
each time I cover it with Earth it gets colder.
The winter has never affected me so much,
I just can't seem to dress for this weather.
A soul clutched with each touch,
just to think, last week life was getting better.
So once again I plead, If you love me, let me know,
Or if you love me, let me go....
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