As I climb the winding stairs,
I feel your cold eyes upon me,
But you’re not there, it’s just not fair,
No matter how hard I look.
Sometimes when I sleep, I feel you,
Your icy fingers touch my hair,
But it’s never real, never true,
No matter how hard I look.
I wish you were still here with me,
I need you by my side today,
Need to see you, know it can’t be,
No matter how hard I look.
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