Master Sword

You're colder than the month of December

Matter fact ill call you butcher cause my heart is dismembered

You chopped me into bits you left me in the ditch i remember

But now you're gone and i don't see a point with losing my temper

I back it up like Terry

I lost emotions in the void so my thoughts get heavy

You treated my heart like a toy and tossed it off in the levee

I'm drownin searchin the bottom but y'all are throwing confetti

Mistaken me for a wave but i'm just finding my setting

Where's the menu with my all options?

I wanna different venue but i didnt measure precautions