the warmth inside isn't spreading
and my heart weeps slightly, bitter.
this is winter, this is cold, this is me.
i want what could only be dead now:
a me so distant i forgot her name.
my skin feels like ice, snow, pain.
this is winter, this is cold, this is me.
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the warmth inside isn't spreading
and my heart weeps slightly, bitter.
this is winter, this is cold, this is me.
i want what could only be dead now:
a me so distant i forgot her name.
my skin feels like ice, snow, pain.
this is winter, this is cold, this is me.