Its Cold Outside
I like to stay inside
The outside I just can't abide
But when I do step out the door
I keep my eyes to the floor
Because when I turn my gaze ahead
All I see is bloodshed
People pretending to be someone there not
Because that's all they know , that's what they were taught
By women, men ,models, media and the need to ''fit in''
Were told we don't have the right lips the right nose the right chin
It's cold outside
But that's no need to stop grinning
Because that would mean the cold is winning
So I promise when I walk out the door ill keep my head held high
If you promise to stop living a lie.
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