I get perplexed stares like there's something on my face
But there's only brown on my face
Have they never seen a ***** before?
I look around the ice capped mountains.
**** maybe they haven't.
This slope is steep.
Cold, but not as cold as my old life
The north freezes my fears
As I create new ones
True ones
No time to fight them so they'll be permanent
I caint go back to what I once was
A shut in, who hurt whoever I let in
So now I'm really shut in
Nothing but strangers and a bottle of whiskey
The sun is my only friend here
And he rarely comes around
I think he's heard about me too
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
I get perplexed stares like there's something on my face
But there's only brown on my face
Have they never seen a ***** before?
I look around the ice capped mountains.
**** maybe they haven't.
This slope is steep.
Cold, but not as cold as my old life
The north freezes my fears
As I create new ones
True ones
No time to fight them so they'll be permanent
I caint go back to what I once was
A shut in, who hurt whoever I let in
So now I'm really shut in
Nothing but strangers and a bottle of whiskey
The sun is my only friend here
And he rarely comes around
I think he's heard about me too
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