in the cold, so cold - Hugo Jepsen - Bog

When someone with a kind heart, a good soul hurts you, it's hard to think about where you went wrong. How can you hate someone like that?I asked myself so many questions between endeavours of doubts and heartache; always smiling to the outside because nobody in the world deserves to carry the hurt I carry with myself everywhere I go."in the cold, so cold: EXCLUSIVE EDITION," tells everything about the beginning, in-between and the ending of this heartbreak story.Letter I: the story of my anxietystory of my anxietypretty in your eyesone thing I'm notvoice of youdrug headslogicrather a dreamyou saved me- YOU SAVED ME - If you don't wanna be here anymore, just make sure you die dancing, dancing with me or alone while running forwhat truly makes you happy.All the magical things happen in a heartbeat, that is what I crave for me, and if you weren't here right now, I'd still be, be falling down.That's one thing you don't understand, the way you've got an impactover the conditions of my life, and over everything that is on my mind.You saved me when I had nobodyto tell me I'd be alright and safe, and safe I am in your arms, because you are a safe place.Letter II: in the cold, so coldsoundmorning heartachecan almost hear your mindhandmade for the weakplace of trusthonestly (maybe)should have knowndivine feeling from abovetoxic brings toxicin the cold, so cold- IN THE COLD, SO COLD -I don't knowwhere I wentso wrongto fall in despair.I'm not made of steel, you don't know how I feel, but baby, I was just, just trying to heal.Love is a complicated place.With all these tearsrunning through my faceopened some wounds I tried, I've been trying to close for years.If I gave you warmth, why would you leave mein the cold, so cold?Letter III: my heart is brokenthe person you knewtell me it's not reallet me change my timedestructive romanceyour name means hurttired of being meindecent for myselfprophecyghosts have no soul- YOUR NAME MEANS HURT -You didn't want to get hurtbut you did hurt me instead, and maybe, all of this "love"was just a game in your head.Every now and then, I go back, I go back alone to my bed, but you think I'm sleepingwith somebody else.But I'm here, crying over you, but you don't deserve it, no, for all you made me go through, you don't deserve it, I know.Every now and then, I go there, and I'll always rememberwhen you said you thought you loved