| Here I stand in coldness, crossroads in the frozen snow
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| Many paths from which to choose, one of them is my own
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| I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, as I can feel it in my heart
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| Frozen wall of despair, has locked me inside my own head
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| And my soul chooses death, rather than this so called life
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| I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, as I can feel it in my heart of
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| cold
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| Right to choose my own way, even though I’m locked in time
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| For what its worth I hold the key, that unlocks my despair
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| I stare in disbelief at the promise I hold, as I can feel it in my heart of cold |