Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.
On the floor,
not listening anymore.
I should have known,
the things to which you're prone.
You cross your arms,
and tell no lies,
a thousand thoughts run through my mind,
a thousand words that I don't need.
Would you ever leave me?
Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.
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