A soul is always torn when loved and then abused
tomorrow never came, tonights were just a cue
a sweater once so warm, then worn and washed for fun
it’s cold today and you are not the sun
A mind once my light and a heart forever pure
but a fool i was to think a dose of her could be my cure
It's dark out there, regrets have just begun
yeah I'm still cold and you are not the sun.
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