Painted sunsets, glass tears;
All shed for him.
I see his face,
Laying in the wilted rose petals.
No tears has he shown me,
I've seen how his heart is cold like stone.
I've seen how his heart is warm and loved me.
Gypsy Queen tell me now,
Shall I miss him always?
Your emptiness inside that yearns for him will never be filled, her soft voice whispers.
Baby blue skies and faked friends all fade fast inside that crystal ball.
His crystal blue eyes and icy words still cut me and my blood does pour out.
Slowly dying inside.
I fade fast away
The snow falls into my bleeding wounds
Last thoughts of only his fading face, lying in wilted rose petals.
Gypsy Queen what have I done?
I've seen how his heart is cold like stone
I've seen how his heart is warm and loves me.
Winter's Wrath is Here.