i am the wind that sends chills to your spine
and the curious noise as the wind howls in your half open window.
because you're waiting for me... always waiting for me..
but i am the reason you're cold and so stern,
and the solution to resolve it all ..
but you're always doubtful of the situations i make for you, so doubtful and hurt.
curled up in my devious thoughts, i am the water that will cleanse your darkness
and i am the reason you have it to start.
you are under my liver rotting with the rest of my insides and it kills you each time...
each time that i drink you away.