The Cold

Is there anything that I could do or say
That would make you smile or even look at me?
If not, what would be the reason?
Do you mind telling me?

I stood outside your door on a cold, stormy night
Every inch of me was shaking
You are the one who gives me warmth
Without you, I will die from the cold.

I started this fire but it’s nothing compared to you
My mind is full of anger and misery
I try to remove all of it
When will the sun shine on my life?
I am dying from the cold

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