If i could take my heart and hold it in my hands to warm it up.
It's cold, so cold.
This world is a cold place.
And my feet are running out of ground... to escape the empty lonely spaces that I see everywhere I turn.
No-one is offering me an alternative, no-one is there.
I hear the gaping silences, my halting bravery can't fill it up.
I end, when I don't want to, but I end before you can.
This world is nothing but a place full of doubts amd fears and pain and pretence.
Pretend that everything is alright.
Can you hear time ticking on? Every second stretches on wasted.
You cannot get a handle to start steering your way through.
Why are you searching in these empty spaces?
I thought you were done.
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