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Heart of Stone

Cold as ice on a winter day

I lay still, wide awake

The moon has yet to lift me high

From this forsaken place


He led me on and led me out

Fool was I thinking ’twas real

But everything was just for show


A shallow grave I’ve dug for myself

To fall for the lies

Weak was I to hold on to a hope

When there was really none


So on he goes as if nothing has happened

While I am frozen in time

contemplating the heartache