Thou art bleak and gray as a winter day
Even in the sun you remain cold as ice
In silence I think I wonder why I stay
What prevents thine from living? show some spice
You shine dullness your color is black and white
To get over ones self and let instincts win
Holding back overcoming thine world in spite
Fire will burn but heat will warm thine skin
What is perfection trying to prove?
Thee who believe in pain can suffer as one
Thine shield is transparent anyway doth move
We are all just as messed up, some just choose to run
Listening to thine say nothing, what doth thine see?
Help me understand and i will let doth be.
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