blue
i’m all alone, left in the winter
like a flower that bloomed in the cold
looked to the sky, i lost the sun again
one day i will find the way
on my own i am wrapped in sharp thorns
the night is long, i have imprisoned myself
it used to hurt me but i’m numb now
i feel like no one waits for me but
that might just be in my head
i’m getting used to the darkness now
i’m talking alone, i’m gone
the time won’t stop, i seem so small now
i don’t know who i am
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