The Epitome of Cold by Euphoria's Depression from album Unknown
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She came wrapped up like a christmas gift
So delicately
Put together with all its folded corners
And golden bows
Only to get ripped apart in the end
Oh, I love Christmas
The world warms for a day
Even if it's just for a day
There is nothing warm about her
She is the epitome of cold
I liked her hidden behind
The beautifully
Deceitful wrapping paper
Because I couldn't see her true colors
Now, the paper is torn and we will never be the same, no
There is nothing warm about her
She is the epitome of cold
There is nothing warm about her
She is the epitome of cold
She was the package of anthrax
That eventually killed me
She was the package of anthrax
That eventually killed me
I seem unaffected, I'm not
You seem unaffected, you are
There is nothing warm about her, yeah
She is the epitome of cold
There is nothing warm about her, yeah
There is nothing warm about you, yeah
