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Inside my soul it snows,
The Cold wind blows through the empty holes,
Ice covers the roads in my heart in the dark I stare at tracks where happiness drove,
I could use a moment,
Rollin blunts tho my fingers is frozen,
Hoping this loud blocks out the silence I hear,
F*ck the violence it's the quiet I fear,
But nobody knows,
Tryna get high to fight off the lows,
But that's just loans,
It loans me peace,
Then comes back to collect my sanity piece by piece,
I can't sleep,
I toss and turn just to feel the friction burn from my sheets,
I'm in heart hell,
I'm a sparked shell from a glock 45 who plays the human part well,
Just trying to feel something,
Numb from the cold and can feel nothing,
