Crocodile - text
Too cold, like ice to touch.
You hold on far too much.
God knows why we're in love.
When you throw your temper out of doors
that I cannot follow through
and yet? you grow ever near.
I promise I will not see out this night
without comforting and holding you.
Your eyes alight, they've never shined so bright
for just one second I'm lost in you.
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