I don't believe in warmth.
Everything is frozen.
It's a hidden parallel,
[Caught in a twirling divide.]
Heat is just your movement,
So lets stand still.
Wait for the freeze
to help us feel alive.
Now I can't believe in living warm.
I find help in living cold.
I find trust in something so still.
A complete freedom in you.
I cannot hurt here.
You couldn't hate me either.
Keep the people at a distance.
I dislike what they'll see of me.
So still.
Not believing in the warmth..
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