cut me up
I don't belong
Hmm.
Frozen my heart?
Am I really that cold?
Well, good then
Keeps me from getting hurt
But I must tell you:
When the ice shatters
It hurts more than
It ever did before.
So can you see,
Little silhouette on the hill
Little stolen love
Little faded dream
I've never felt
such an inadequacy.
I have never known
That I was not enough.
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