It's 3 o'clock.
I have a cup of hot coffee in my hands
And a way lot of thoughts,
Looking outside my window,
Sitting in my bed,
All I see is pure white snow falling like crystals from the sky.
But it's not the outside which is cold,
but only my heart, a frozen cold heart.
I do feel, who doesn't? I mean, the tears dripping from my eyes are it's proof,
it's proven that my heart is still beating!
But is it really? Does really only pain tell you
if your heart is beating or not?
I have a cup of hot coffee in my hands
And a way lot of thoughts,
Looking outside my window,
Sitting in my bed,
All I see is pure white snow falling like crystals from the sky.
But it's not the outside which is cold,
but only my heart, a frozen cold heart.
I do feel, who doesn't? I mean, the tears dripping from my eyes are it's proof,
it's proven that my heart is still beating!
But is it really? Does really only pain tell you
if your heart is beating or not?
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