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It’s cold, very cold and I am tired as well
My heart gets trampled and thrown in and out of hell
Why do these people only see themselves?
Is there no room for anybody else?
This light of mine is golden, and it goes on and on
I am here not broken singing her wild song
I feel as if they are the only importance here
And I know that in the end I will flee far from here
I’m tired of bowing down and taking all the blows
I tired of what no one says, but what everybody knows
If this truly is my fate to rot in hell in here
I would gladly die to get away from being near
My wandering heart will roam this I’ve always known
And through the year’s long wanders I will have grown
Will the stars light my path? Or am I bound to stay?
The only thing that’s clear is that I will wander far away
My feet will keep on going and my heart will be my guide
Those I love will always be with me and help me stay alive
I don’t have to be here, no, in fact one day I’ll leave
I’ll descend to a beautiful place where I know that I can breath
So why don’t you try to take my heart in our never ending fights?
Why don’t you try to take me while I’m in my bed at night?
Why don’t you try and break me while I’m at my creative peak?
I can say that you can try, but all your tries have proved to be weak