I never knew how cold it was
As the wind would bite my face
The world would darken as windows shut
And I'd feel out of place
The air feels stiff and I am too
No warmth is there at all
And as the darkness will consume
So I will slowly fall
Cold, Cold. Dying slowly
I feel like it was unfair
Cold, Cold. Dying slowly
The poison in that cold, dark air.
Out of breath and barely breathing
Life will leave my soul
The world just cannot start reheating
Or at least that's what I'm told
Life was just a passing tone
It didn't fit the chord
The black before and after it
Is what I can afford
Cold, Cold. Dying slowly
I feel like it was unfair
Cold, Cold. Dying slowly
The poison in that cold, dark air.
About the Creator
Broken Walls
I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.
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