Immaculate Heart


So cold, so cold you are
your heart is far
You wrap yourself with piles
of sweaters
Wondering when the weather
will get better
You can't feel warmth anymore,
then what are you here for?
Desperately seeking for that warmth
Realizing that there's no cure for
your heart of stone

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