Sometimes it feels like I'm blindfolded,
I'm walking forward, someone holding my hand,
My legs are mechanical, by body hardly supported,
My eyes cloudy as I watch my dreamland.
.
My fingers are cold and blue,
I shiver as I watch the snow fall in a white hue,
I look up, up to the sky,
But the sun is hiding in the clouds, leaving me to die...
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My heart is alone,
My soul is not my own,
I'm being controlled,
Always under his hold