My time is the right time,
And the feeling isn't even my time.
Why are there so many records of my life,
Why can't I just curl up onto the night,
Why can't I just curl up onto problems and get missed of my own life.
It's colder in house than you think,
It's colder in your bones,
And in your bones it is so cold,
And in your bones it is so cold and sick .
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