Cue the harmonicas:

With A Heart Of Snow
(after "Like A Rolling Stone")

There used to be a day you could play,
Always got your way, made them pay, didn't you?
People'd scold, say "You're not gold, don't be so cold";
You thought they were a pack of fools,
You used to think that you're
Proof from all the pain that they endure,
Now you don't seem so sure,
Now you don't look secure
About needing to beg for something that you can't steal.

How does it feel,
How does it feel,
To be without control,
Where the rules are unknown,
With a heart of snow?

You've played with guys over data lines, Miss Lonely
But you know it's only ever been far away,
Nobody's ever been as close to you as these two are,
And now you're gonna have to deal face-to-face,
You thought you'd never need to care
'Bout the fanboy nerd when you were unaware
He'd defend his best friend there,
As you freeze beneath the fury of his glare,
And think, How can this pain be so real?

How does it feel,
How does it feel,
When the dice you throw
Are beyond your control,
The rules are unknown,
With a heart of snow?

All the little games by rules are tamed,
It isn't quite the same when you play where life is true,
Y'never really learned that the real world hurts,
You shouldn't make other people have to bleed for you,
There used to be a secret place where you could hide,
To carry you away to a virtual life,
Ain't it strange now when you decide
The friend in whom you can confide
Offers you friendship from microchips and cold steel.

How does it feel,
How does it feel,
When the dice you throw
Are beyond your control,
Where the rules are unknown,
With a heart of snow?

Goth-girl in a dim room and people in their costumes,
They're all happy, dancing in a frantic whirl,
You make a shelter from the ice,
But you'd better take your frozen life,
You'd better thaw it girl.
You used to be so amused
At the gaijin with the hair and the language that he used,
Play with him now, he's dead drunk, he can't refuse,
You would use any ploy, so then why did you lose?
You're too visible now, and all your secrets are revealed.

How does it feel,
How does it feel,
When the dice you throw
Are beyond your control,
Where the rules are unknown,
With a heart of snow?

(apologies to Bob Dylan)

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