Cold and weak
My mind on standby, my body's shaking.
Tears are dropping from my cheek.
I feel so cold, I feel so weak.
I'm all alone, no-one's there for me.
No arms to hold me, nobody to comfort me.
Only the cold of my thoughts and my scary dreams.
It's much worser than it seems.
It's trying to kill me, to get me down.
But I'm strong, I will fight!
But that's difficult when there's no light...
Tears are dropping from my cheek.
I feel so cold, I feel so weak.
I'm all alone, no-one's there for me.
No arms to hold me, nobody to comfort me.
Only the cold of my thoughts and my scary dreams.
It's much worser than it seems.
It's trying to kill me, to get me down.
But I'm strong, I will fight!
But that's difficult when there's no light...
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