♫︎ᴄᴏʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ sɪᴢᴇ. ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇs. ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ. ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡɴ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴡ. ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ. ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ...♫︎ ... 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑡 is exactly like 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤: selfish, greedy, manipulative, power hungry and totally screwed for each other. or 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 always lands on top, with a help from 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑. because it's always the things we love the most that destroy us. or do they give us a strength? and don't forget, from a heat both snow and gold melts. ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬