The Greatest Feeling
It's February now,
Everyone's freaking out,
But as ever, I seem numbed,
Left in the dust and dumb,
Whilst I twiddle my thumbs.
Truth be told,
I like when it's cold.
I resist the drug of love,
Shoo away the doves,
And walk away.
I brush off that cursed heavy dust,
Keep away the sin of Lust,
People keep asking,
Truly appalled,
Why my tears don't fall.
I say it's alright,
My world's still bright,
Life goes on, the sun still shines,
No one know what I love the most,
The feeling of me, being alone.
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