My river runs cold
And an iciness unfolds
He looks at me and I look to the floor
I can’t bear see him but I thought I had seen this before
Maybe I am a wrecker of innocent people
Sometimes they must just call me evil

My river runs frosty
He was such a softy
Made me things for special occasions
And now we have no relations
Always texted goodnight with two red hearts
Those will be the parts that I miss the most