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Heartbeat amongst the ice
That love she thought had vanished I can reexpose
Heart frozen like a mannequin but I can change her pose
Rebuilding her foundation using words for tools
Rewriting her souls brochure and changing all the rules
Carving around this diamond and leaving her essence intact
So brilliant the new colors she now becomes abstract
I speak to a broken heart from hundreds of miles apart
Incinerate her old baggage breath life into her new start
My loves gonna have her spoiled rotten
Softenin her emotions she's damn near cotton
I am he whom she seeks beyond the wet sheets
The one who can mentally put her to sleep
Whisper in your ear and collapse all your fear
Evaporate tears whenever Im near
I dont think she'll ever be ready
Make her heart flutter and aint talkin deadly
How long can you guard a door meant to be opened
Trying to mend a heart previously broken
Finding locks but keys have been stolen
Hand full of aces but nobody's foldin
Somebodies gotta be the one to open
That icebox of the soul when all else is frozen
Reading her eyes cause no words are spoken
Her mind was on fire I still see it smokin
Heart frozen like a mannequin but I can change her pose
Rebuilding her foundation using words for tools
Rewriting her souls brochure and changing all the rules
Carving around this diamond and leaving her essence intact
So brilliant the new colors she now becomes abstract
I speak to a broken heart from hundreds of miles apart
Incinerate her old baggage breath life into her new start
My loves gonna have her spoiled rotten
Softenin her emotions she's damn near cotton
I am he whom she seeks beyond the wet sheets
The one who can mentally put her to sleep
Whisper in your ear and collapse all your fear
Evaporate tears whenever Im near
I dont think she'll ever be ready
Make her heart flutter and aint talkin deadly
How long can you guard a door meant to be opened
Trying to mend a heart previously broken
Finding locks but keys have been stolen
Hand full of aces but nobody's foldin
Somebodies gotta be the one to open
That icebox of the soul when all else is frozen
Reading her eyes cause no words are spoken
Her mind was on fire I still see it smokin
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