The cold air is chilling my bones
My heart is beating slow,
From the depths of my dirty soul
Secluded to find seclusion
A world far from delusion
Revolving in my mind the things that could have been done
with only words you told me to be ready
I feel you, I relied on wasted time
Then, I lost me, the feelings I had
The old man turning old
That passion I search for endlessly
Dark smoke and made out poison
Twisted thoughts, noise and emotion
Forever too much
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