do we ever really belong to each other?
so hard to know everything I feel I should
so long til our problems would melt away
like an iceberg city on a summer day
sometimes I feel just as cold though
arctic running through me, mostly my mind
freezing up feelings I can't seem to find
pocket them, selfishness, I keep to myself
when there are so many words I want to let out
is this worth it?
I love the time that gives us ground
but the in between is killing me