Let the seasons change
Frozen
inside the cold sensation
of the absence of feeling
of numbness and apathy.
No matter
what I do, how much I yell
if I scratch till my fingers bleed
my icy cage won't release me.
So I wait,
for the sun and springtime breeze
to save me with their presence,
their words, their sweet embrace.
inside the cold sensation
of the absence of feeling
of numbness and apathy.
No matter
what I do, how much I yell
if I scratch till my fingers bleed
my icy cage won't release me.
So I wait,
for the sun and springtime breeze
to save me with their presence,
their words, their sweet embrace.
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 november 2011 | ||
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