you choose.

don't look up, you breathe
another airplane in crash
that's not my buzz, dear
just pale voices in clash
i feel the fever
sweeping me past rash
my slow blooming nature
is losing ground fast...

captor of my winter
i've got a numb for you
you can feel it empty
if you choose

and time is taking
this soul to the deep end
and you say you're
feeling sincere, again
maybe it's okay
to say goodbye and then,
maybe it will be easier
to say goodbye again - and again.

captor of my winter
i've got more than numb of you
you can feel it empty
 (if you choose)
you can feel it full
 (your's to choose, ours to lose)
you can feel it blind
 (i can't choose)
you can feel me quiet,
just choose.

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