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i had it in my hands, trying to understand, that he was not a simple man, in his thoughts and in his mind, i could have sworn, he was made of winter snow, his eyes like ice and his kiss of cold
but when i fell through the ice, to what was underneahte, i got lost and i couldnt breathe, into the ocean of endless depth, holding on too tight to what it felt
like to be alive, to be cared about
And Now....Im slowly dying, these feeling are choking..i think it might kill..i think it will ....i think it will....
i am unloved, the thrill of danger only makes me laugh, and all the people on the street
are like moving creatures to me, life moves so fact but why am i sitting still?
did those feelings already kill?
i look at to the sky, thinking of all the broken hearts
that will die tonight
and now all we are, is the dark side of the moon, when we turn our backs and bleed the blue,
turn our face to hide
what was falling fom our eyes