Burning Me Down


Don't come any closer.
I'm like snow under your heat.
I melt a little quickly.
I become a bit weak.

I belong to the winter cold.
You are a season far too bold.
I will not become a fool,
drowning in your gold.

Don't come any closer.
Your footsteps are imprinting the white blanket
that surrounds me.
The words you breathe
have my branches swaying to your breeze.

I belong to the winter cold.
You are a season far too bold.
I will not become a fool,
drowning in your gold.

I said don't come any closer ...
I do not adapt well to change ...
My habitat you've come to rearrange ...
Maybe there's been a break in the weather,
but I should know better ...
I should know better.
What are you after?

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