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I crave the creamy goodness. It waits for me at home. It's perfect for every weather, for when it's sunny and when it's cold.
There is something about the cold,still air That made your senses sharpen And suddenly, you see every hair on your arm, standing up And feel small bumps infecting your skin,
Do you know how it feels to be me? To be treated so poorly? Do you know how it feels to love and never be loved? Do you know about the boy? Who only sees you as a toy?