Untouched snow
beyond the fumes
I have wrestled with my life
to be with you
and living in this dream
reliving every detachment from reality
in and out through the days
I play with the people inside my head
whatever they say...

What makes me go insane?
What makes me want you back,
and take you back inside my heart?
When you broke me already...

All those times we were so puzzled
I was set up inside and staring out the window
and my light was fading fast
and my life was dying more and more each day
and what can you say?
To keep me driving myself away from the dream
where it may seem I am superior to living
so I choose death over time...
 
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