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frosty the snowman
i run as fast as i can
but i cannot run from the sun
the stinging crucifixion rays
that torture me
i would turn my head to see
the sun my approaching death
but i am a snowman and i have no posable joints
im glued down to this hell, this artic tudra void
what i got is what i always tried to avoid

frosty the snowman
when i cry my tears freeze
i get a nice second coat
shame ridden and woeful
I am covered in snow
but i am a human being inside
a human being that died
who froze from the coldness of
your heart your bitter words
turned me into this man of snow
what I questioned back then, now I know

here comes the sun its finally apon me
I sigh anticipated the sweet release
wanting the cure, the cure to this disease
I melt i am alla wicked witch of the west
oh what a world what a world i scream
I melt putrid smell escapes my winter ice shell
I am left behind the dead corspe of a boy
I get up and walk around, you never seemed to be abound
my face as purple as violets, the blood begins to thaw
its pumping threw my veins, my brain flickers,but it has gone out, i am the walking dead,i stumble i tread,into my uncertainty, into a unforgiving destiny
half of me wants to be trapped and be a man of snow again
half of me wants to move on and make more friends
what to do ? who to tell? freed from the trap! i still crave my shell!

frosty is what they call me
i am subzero i suppose
thats the first impression they see
i could see why they believe
hell im just lil' old me
if you don't like it then walk away
im used to having people go and leave
god abused me,daddy left, step daddy too, brother was a
shit head,mommy nags,baby is the walking dead

frosty the snowman
is just a frozen corpse
tears all hunger for
the carrot
the coals
the scarf
the gnarled tree branches
the tophat
tears hunger to portray
something that isn't real
man of snow
melts for another day
he comes back
in the rain
in your water bottle
in your swimming pool
his sorrow feeds us all