So cold here
‘ cause if I could I know I would
Change the way I used to be

Where’s my choice I want to chose?
Let me out from this cold room
It all returns when I wake up
Brace the walls the doors are shut

Didn’t have to be this way
It’s too late, I have to stay (say I’m sorry)
These white edges of life
Are too high to get to the field of roses

Sharp thorn here in my vein
The scent of roses gave me the sky
And the pricking made me lie

I lost myself, I lost control
I lost the chance to save my soul
It all returns when I wake up
Brace the walls the doors are shut

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