As the snow lands on my face,
And you take the grand fall from grace,
I know you got what you deserved.

You wrote about my pain to millions,
And hid the meaning like chameleons,
And wrote it off as yours.

You listened to my stories of heartbreak,
Of countless cuts and painful results,
And continued to add more scars.

Because you went ahead and wrote it off,
And people bought it like a filthy moth,...