This heart is a broken heart,
This heart knows madness.
This heart knows how it feels to crumble like dirt,
This heart knows excruciating sadness.
Here I stand buried in snow
The stillness shows me light
I feel the coldness turn into heat
When did snow feel like fire?
Maybe when your world is upside down,
All senses numb, all desires tire.
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