White

I want winter, I want everyone to feel as cold as I do.
I am frozen, this body controlled by emotion.
They make me sound so wrong.

When the sky looks like snow, like it has nothing to show.
Let go of our souls.

The clouds won't let themselves be torn by human eyes.
Let go of our souls.

The sun is too low.
The air is too cold.
Let go of our souls.