Take a look at me, do you see what's wrong? Can you see my hands tremble? I've been messed up for so long, it's like I've become untouchable. I am slow dieing, frost killing, sweet solace. I can't seem to find my ground, can't to find myself. The tunnel is getting darker and yet I can still your face. You're the love of my life, I am looking for a way to find you. Maybe if the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the lullaby will save me and help me find my road that leads back to you.
Hopefully now since I'm cleaning all the mess I've done, you will be able to look at me the same as you have for so many years.
Waiting is such sweet sorrow, but when it's morrow once again, it might just be wonderful.
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