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Another night of the same charade I find myself wanting her call (who is she) Yet dreading the sound of the ring Have I come to love my self-imposed confinement Do I loathe the one in the mirror or just not enough These smoke rings remind me That I am just as hollow and undirected Winter approaches and with it come The nights of aimless wandering Desiring anything but what I know I need The sky and the temperature have nothing On this gray soul and this cold heart If there was no way into your warmth I would have let the ice in these veins Still my heart long ago |