a cold burning flame.
i tried to stand up, but i fell down. i tried to give up, but i kept holding on. if you are my witness, then i am a cold burning flame. you say there’s a difference, but to me it all starts to sound the same. i tried to wise up, but i just started from the same damn place again. i tried to rise up, but i fell down. spring will come again.
i don’t even like this song anymore.