sing a song for my unheard heart
colder times are approaching
as if prompted by its frosted lining
ice burns on greedy hands
i was wondering, is it all a joke
why dont i feel scared
i just keep searching, as if roam is the singular option
if it was freedom, i would live free
but its a prison, my feet are stone heavy
its a cruel addictiction, a relentless drive
the unstoppable force
remoreseless, indifferent to exhoes that clangs the chambers of my heart
is time speeding up. can you feel the thrust as i do?
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