I wish I could be so cold
To numb the pain inside
To not feel anything ever again
To not care
But thats just a dream.
Its not possible for me, anyways.
I can't help but wonder, sometimes
Why am I so weak?
Maybe not mentally.
Or even physically, really.
But emotionally.
The smallest things
Can hurt
The smallest things
Can feel so warm.
One person
Can change so much
One feeling
Can hurt more than anything
Being creative has its perks
But it sometimes feels like a curse.
Cause I can never stop
Thinking of the past
'So I wait once again
For spring and summer
To end
So I can feel so cold again.
To numb the pain inside
To not feel anything ever again
To not care
But thats just a dream.
Its not possible for me, anyways.
I can't help but wonder, sometimes
Why am I so weak?
Maybe not mentally.
Or even physically, really.
But emotionally.
The smallest things
Can hurt
The smallest things
Can feel so warm.
One person
Can change so much
One feeling
Can hurt more than anything
Being creative has its perks
But it sometimes feels like a curse.
Cause I can never stop
Thinking of the past
'So I wait once again
For spring and summer
To end
So I can feel so cold again.
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