Cold

I can only feel the wind

And start prancing in the breeze

I can only hear the sound of a cricket

And start singing along with her

I only and will only think about

How I’m gonna escape.

I try to talk, you just keep on dancing

I’m an amber full of dust, while you have a shed of gold

I need a help, you’re moving further

I’m a lonely harbor, while you’re having a skyscraper

But I’m getting closer to the cumolonimbus clouds up here

I ain’t feel the warmth no more

And I dropped down as the rain falls

Cold.

I need a space.

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