Cold Cut

By Coptic Rain

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Your heart is cold with sharp edges with small invisible razors

They only come out when I'm weak & I don't want to come any

Nearer then. For like with nothing I am really lost - Can't recall

When our last clash occurred just when exactly we divided

They covered the sun and we're wondering how it feels

When you're gone - when you're out all alone

See there's nothing special out there

Nothing to keep us going on & on...

Nothing to love as love is nothing try to be still!

There's only the beat of your heart

Don't want you to beg for another of my filthy smiles