Heart is going cold
There’s no beauty to behold
What I’ve done no one will scold
I don’t know, oh, same as the tales unfold
The truth should be told
I’m a lonely wreck, I know, with no right words
But I pray to find true love and to hold
Can’t bear my heart being pierced with swords
Could it be about this place?
Could it be about my face?
Could it be about the way I move away from people day by day?
I can’t go on this way
Heaven, please come my way
IF YOU CAN RELATE THIS TO YOURSELF, DON’T YOU THINK IT‘S TIME FOR YOU TO SNAP OUT OF IT?
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