When the cold wind blows;
It brings chills to the spine,
Inadequate thoughts
often rule my mind.
I'm trying to escape;
But my chances are slim;
I don't know who am I,
Feeling that I'm lost within.
Lying under the six feet ground,
I see the world above me,
Lying and cheating
Is all that they gave me.
I have no soul,
I'm shallow from the inside;
You may think it's easier to run,
But I know that you can't hide
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
When the cold wind blows;
It brings chills to the spine,
Inadequate thoughts
often rule my mind.
I'm trying to escape;
But my chances are slim;
I don't know who am I,
Feeling that I'm lost within.
Lying under the six feet ground,
I see the world above me,
Lying and cheating
Is all that they gave me.
I have no soul,
I'm shallow from the inside;
You may think it's easier to run,
But I know that you can't hide
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