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Winter Song
My tears are turning me to rust
It's been so long and I've cried to much.
The holes they cut into my dreams
Are dripping, bleeding.
Shallow cuts say more than words,
They feel more than all the lines
You give to me every single time.
And as I slice out all the lies,
All the pain and hurt that I
Have built up over time,
I'm better from it, freer for a moment.
Trapped inside their brick and plaster walls
Are our souls --
Jealousy, passion, happiness, and confusion.
We're depressed and we're in love.
We're complex, all of us,
Yet we're caged inside,
Forced to colour inside the lines
Of where they want us to be,
Where we want to be
Of the ridged rules of society.