Heart Grows Cold

He’s been down on his knees,

Begging for help.

Nobody sees.

So he fights by himself.

But he’s fighting himself.

All the things in his head.

Put that shit on a shelf.

Is he better off dead?

He’s screaming out loud.

But he can’t shed a tear.

Another face in the crowd,

Paralyzed by fear.

If he reached out his hand,

Who would take hold?

He feels nobody understands,

As his heart grows cold.

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