It's like ice that never melts or fire that never burns.
It's like a story without an end or a began
Yet it's time that I'll never spend
It's the breeze that brushes against my knees
yet I never feel it
Though it's not it feels like sorrow and spreads like joy
It's the blood to my vains but still the source of my pains
It's the anger I feel and the pleasure I never get
Yet I'll never understand the bond or the heart or the soul
It's the love that beats through me that cuts me raw
I've been through it all
Just one that shall be heard
If it's just one Don't let it be me
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