I don’t know why, the world is cold.
The evil in my body is taking over my soul.
I don’t know why I feel darkness in hate.
The way the world is my soul is on the break.
I don’t know why the time goes so fast.
I don’t know why my soul is cold like the Arctic.
I don’t know why I feel like I’m lock in jail.
My soul can’t make bail
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