Limitations of the human heart, So fickle and feisty and miserable. Like a coin with two-faces apart, I flip it like a switch as I gamble.
Losing my warmth like I've died, I kept on walking barefoot in the Arctic. I've lost my senses and forgot how to walk, I fell down and drowned in the cold.
Feelings of contentment, "I tried." Feelings of madness, "It's chaotic!" Feelings of hopelessness, "Aftershock..." Feelings of warmth, "No!", I called.
I wanted to give up all hope, Inhumane to every emotion, All I wanted was to cope, But love was a miserable affliction.
As I tread this path of harsh winds, Guided by what seems to be light, I fell down into the ice-cold ocean, And as I drowned, it was warm afterall...
Should I swim up and keep walking? Or drown and be satisfied with my own dying warmth?