Splinter That Frame
A million to the one
The trigger, the gun
The binding and the book
The pride that you mistookI spent much of my time
On that pedestal so high
That I never had the chance
To falter or let you downTo let you down…
‘Cause if Winter is the same
You’ll splinter that frame
And make your own hell
‘Cause you’re under its spellYou’re under its spell
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