Life
My heart aches my mind is blown
The Voice I have is still unknown
Thoughts from years ago I used to have
We're nightmares that are all just stabs.
My Mind tricks me into thinking of things
That were probably never coming true
My soul is exhausted from the life I know
Which is why I'd rather be cold and blue!
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