Getting cold
Staring at a fire
Breathing sharp
Little pains
Sometimes I
Wonder if I am
No different than
Cardboard cutouts
Then I see your face
I remember everything will change
Painted black a room
And I stare at the ceiling and no one will answer
If I knock down all of the walls
Sitting quietly
And I stare at the ceiling and no one will answer
If I knock down all of the walls
Getting cold
Staring at a fire
Breathing sharp
Little pains
Sometimes I
Wonder if I am
No different than
Cardboard cutouts