Stone cold rocks inside my chest
Boulders that can't be moved
They grow heavy on solum days
Mornings of greys and blues

My heart begins to harden
Slowly it turns to stone
My lungs start icing
I freeze down to the bone

Weighted down by stone cold rocks
Rocks made of worry
Rocks made of pain
Rocks made so heavy
Rocks kept in vain

Sculpted to a statue
by thoughts in my head
Cold are the days
my chest weighs like led