stitches

still, a couple of words would be really nice to warm up my cold heart and to ease my already troubled mind. "did it hurt, to remove the stitches?"

it's cold outside, you know?

fear and panic in the air,
i want to be free
from desolation and despair.
and i feel like everything i saw
is being swept away
when I refuse to let you go...

i can't get it right,
get it right,
since i met you...

loneliness, be over...
when will this loneliness be over..?

life will flash before my eyes;
so scattered and lost,
i want to touch the other side.
and no one thinks they are to blame;
why can't we see
that when we bleed we bleed the same?

i can't get it right,
get it right
since i met you...

loneliness be over...
when will this loneliness be over..?

loneliness be over...
when will this loneliness be over..?

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