Apprehensive. Tense. Short of breath.
I stumble over my words.
Confused and frightened.
Been here times before
Gets harder each time
We're going nowhere fast.
We walk across frozen lakes
tossing snowballs
you write your name in the snow
A love story with no happy ending
Our feet grow cold, and wet.
our hearts heavy, Minds clouded
Frozen Sunday made our lives.
Frozen Sunday made our lives.
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