Freezing,
Lost out in the wood...
Shivering, dying here
In the bears' neighborhood.
When you find me, unload your Kalashnikov;
Please just finish me off.
Eye of Skadi --
You stop me in my tracks!
When I'm around you I
Find it hard to relax.
Why don't you pop your ult,
Lasthit me, and GG?
You could have all the pals;
For some reason you picked me.
I'm having trouble with
The way you talk to me.
Is every question a test
To see if I'm cool enough to be
Someone you'd spend time around
When you have a choice?
I'm scared and I'm slipping down;
I choke and I lose my voice.
Growing up in the frozen northlands got me wise.
Raised by wolves in sheep's clothes; guess it's no surprise
I've been ground to a fine dust like the freshly fallen snow!
Now no powder metallurgy could sinter me.
I was naive to ask, "How long could this winter be?"
Never crushed as hard by anything as the kindness you show.
I
Had this once; it ended rough,
And it really tore me up,
To be honest with you.
The sky
Is cloudless now, and it stays warm.
There's mountains here instead of corn,
But the ice feels like it grew.
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