Tough Hand from Revolving Door by Ten Pound Snail

Love my friends
Feeling numb ‘til the night’s end
I’m not that cold
but I know nobody wants to see me like this

Expecting snow
But this spell is wearing thin
It bends

Here monsters do exist
Watch as I fall victim
Observe and truly sit
Will you / won’t you make it?

Hang the sun by a thread
Take too long and spin your head

Now it makes sense
but being dealt a tough hand’s only half of it
Now just breathe
there’s only one thing that can get you up and out of it

Vase of violets for my health
Wish you hadn’t dried them out
but a tough hand’s only half of it
I know what I must do but have yet to win

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