My heart is frozen,
It must be from the cold.
My soul is rotten,
My soul is rotten,
Smells putrid and foul.
My eyes are glassy,
My eyes are glassy,
Can't even see time.
My throat is coarse,
My throat is coarse,
From screaming at life.
And you ask me,
You ask me again,
If I am alright?
And I tell you,
Tell you once more,
Peachy and dandy.
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