things often strike like a cyclone
it will grow, and it will be known
i'm lying like a helpless stone
waiting to be draft, or to be blown
or maybe i'm an ice-cream cone
can't stand and stay on my own
i were once sitting on the throne
now memories are being ground and flown
hoping there's a you that i can clone
cause i hate it when i'm all alone
the feeling chills me to the bone
you'll understand, if you're in the zone
thought of picking up the phone
but i'm afraid of the busy tone
i regret for what i've shown
maybe i'm just a player on loan
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