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I'm cold, conscience numbing from the windchill Unfold, words start flowing; there's a lot to say Now should I step away? How could I anyway? I've traced it back right to the days I hate the guilt but love the taste My eyes should be gouged This can't resolve Those eyes were too much For the walls my soul created In the frigid arms of winter We burned the wick at both ends Then tricked ourselves but didn't know Feels good, knowing no one isn't out there The reach casts across the sea When the feeling passes, another casualty I've traced it right back to the day I hate the game but love to play Those eyes are gouging This can't be good My eyes saw too much for the mind my skull protected In the frigid arms of winter We burned the wick at both ends I felt the heat but couldn't let go From Letras Mania