Now my feelings are burried deep down below,
Covered under six feet of snow,
In a place where winds never blow.
I'll go on all alone, my own working one-man-show.
The more I get to know,
The more I'd like to let it go.
Love makes time pass,
But I have to confess,
That time makes love pass.
In my heart such a mess!
I was the one who let love die,
But you are who buried it!
You made me cry.
My world isn't lit.
You took my breath,
You never gave it back.
To my voice you're deaf.
My heart is welked and black.
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