Cold
Held up inside with a twist in fate,
Being what is near and cold
Ripping out my soul through all that is expressed
Changing my mind
Hopless and untold
Understand it...
Only blood drips out my veins
Bringing out what has been lost
And being vain
Let it leave...
Dripping down my crooked soul
A thought left to burn in hell
Neither silent nor blatant
Just thinking....
Thinking how It speaks
How it says what it means
Let it be known...
Time and time again
Changing what has ripped me apart
Like a knife through my heart
It was all done from the start
Being what is near and cold
Ripping out my soul through all that is expressed
Changing my mind
Hopless and untold
Understand it...
Only blood drips out my veins
Bringing out what has been lost
And being vain
Let it leave...
Dripping down my crooked soul
A thought left to burn in hell
Neither silent nor blatant
Just thinking....
Thinking how It speaks
How it says what it means
Let it be known...
Time and time again
Changing what has ripped me apart
Like a knife through my heart
It was all done from the start
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