Whimper My Pet

Into the cold, you must wander....just don't eat the yellow snow. Just follow your nose and soon you'll be free. Me, I'll be alone crying, in the depths I have sank to. Crying so hard it turns into laughter, hitting so hard it turns back into tears. I wish you were here to tell me that I'm mad. In that wilderness you now call home, life or death would be better than how it would be with me. I should've gone with you, away to the woods thick with snow, but I can't do a thing until I've reached the bottom, bounced a few times, good for the soul.