Ice cold to the touch
Do you really mean that much?
Of course
Sadly, I’m left with remorse
I look up and see you there
Do you even care?
I can’t tell
In my own personal hell
A frozen one
Where I am the only one you shun
Icy is this land
All of which you command
I can’t escape this place
All I see is your face
I’m unsure
Together we are pure
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