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Walking away from the love that set my world right was harsh nightmare.
Now as I try to survive the destruction of a false lover, I stand on my Highway.
I am a fool, I was a fool, so crown me as that fool's king.

In the mixture of snow and rain that whips around me, I sense none of the world.
I am swallowing all my anger and pride, wishing I could go back to August.
Back to August because then and there I had the love I wanted.

Standing on this Highway in the snow, wearing a poncho and armor underneath
The Bal'dons are sharpen but tears stain the blades, I weep in frustration
I broke your heart for a lie, I left you for a false dream, I am lost within our misery

I move to light up the cigar, Shay'Tana's toxic drug laced through my lungs
I adjust the blades to a comfortable position to where drawing is easy
It is time I no longer be a fool, no longer go against my heart