Besedila: Hopeful (The). Love Letter. Snow Falling On Razorblades.

I've never seen so beautiful a snowfall, but tonight its sharp, and cold and bitter. those words shot barbs through my skin like it was paper and pulled me in; soft flesh and cold hearts are no way to cure my disease, but we won this round. and i love you so bad, but it's just not enough. so this one's for you. this one's for you. and i can't help but laugh at the fact that i've given in. i've given in... you know they leave me feeling like i am nothing, and everything...everyone...somebody...anyone will hold my face in the dirt. this winter left me with cold, dead nerves and i'm shaking like i've been broken again. new years kills. (new years kills) and nothing seems to make this better. my hands were tied with razorblade wires and my head is pounding against her heart. and i (want to) hate you so bad, but its just not enough. so this one's for you. this one's for you. and i can't help but laugh at the fact that i've given in. i've given in. you know they leave me feeling like i am nothing and everything, anything, somebody, anyone will hold my face in the dirt. so weak, its so hard, he's everything i'm not. so i'm forgotten...again i'm forgotten. so weak, so hard, he's everything i'm not. when he sings you to sleep remember me. remember me. and when he holds you close tonight, i've given in. i've given in. when you fall asleep in his arms, know that i've given in