I can't stop time so I can only get older.
My pretty little box isn't very pretty anymore.
I want to run, this box is only getting colder.
God, these frozen bones need a little More.
I called out his name but, everything is the same.
I'm walking on a strange road, chasing fashion.
They all have something to say, am I still sane?
Slowly but surely, I am losing my passion.
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