Not really sure of that anymore
Oh how the winter has taken me over.
The chill has pierced me to the core
The cold has frozen any sign of closure.
Dreaming, such foreign concept
But doubt has taken root.
Right now you just seem too far gone
And trust, I've found no substitute.
What should have been love, Lost
One defiled thought=the cost.
"It will get better", I hear them say,
You must be sad to know the loss of faith.
To watch this habit of hiding my face,
All the while throwing up grace...
My heart right now,
Is too thin to skate.
And I don't know
Another way to escape.
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