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hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Холодное сердце my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my сердце is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my сердце can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope Ты understand...