The world is cold
so is my heart
it rarly see's the light
couse im always geting hurt
and always looking back
thinking of the past
my eyes start to moisten
the tears start to leak
i try to push them away but they just stay
i give up and let them flow
i move to a corner and hide in the shadows
and there i shall cry
and there i shall weep
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