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Cold
You touch my skin you notice its cold
You touch my chest but you don’t feel my heart
You don’t understand what its like to live without a soul just living to grow old
Never having control
Having the best hand but yet you fold
Not having one belief in yourself
All you can think about is what you have felt
Scared to death to look into someone else’s eyes
You can already see there lies
You refuse to hear them
Just living to die
I don’t see to see I see to cry
And no one cares why
