The promises died in his icy white breath
He pointed at me with his fingers of death
There was something about him, the way that he moved
I remembered him last year, he hadn't improved
The way that he stumbled over little things
Pocket full of money, and a hand full of rings
His promises were broken
His last word spoken
He pointed right at me
And in his eyes I could see
A hatred so powerful, it burned his eyes bright
It was easy to see in the dim light
A hatred so meaningful, I'd be killed tonight
But I knew I'd do it, I'd put up a fight
His smile of beauty came out to play
His lips blueing, they brought me dismay
Hips that sway in the breeze, he knew how to move
He used to hold me tight and together we'd groove
But the promises died in his icy white breath
And that's how I remember my death
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