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It's like stone

Being dead inside

There's only hard cold twisting

In the depths of my null

I feel like warmth is a stranger

Where bitterness resides

I can't stop wondering when

I'll believe in sunshine

Because right now

It's like being dead inside

I don't even want for the effort

Of breathing and speaking

Certainly not loving

You're making it hard to try

So right now

It's like a wrenching pain

A knife in my heart

Where dreams used to be

Because I think that we've found

Of our end

It's like being dead inside

Like having no tears to cry

I'm dead inside