My heart melts like candle wax,
Its sorrow only stax,
My heart was made of solid gold,
But it has began to grow cold,
Everything i have done,
Every heart i wish that i had won,
But all i am is all alone,
My helplessness has only grown.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
My heart melts like candle wax,
Its sorrow only stax,
My heart was made of solid gold,
But it has began to grow cold,
Everything i have done,
Every heart i wish that i had won,
But all i am is all alone,
My helplessness has only grown.
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