Вершы: Firehose. Things Could Turn Around.

Silence to regain composure or rather music to soothe
Maybe a little magic could help things, could turn around
Freeze this mood for now, hold tight till it thaws
Wetness pulled out of me so I cry less easily

A hasty decision, hardly used, jokingly punished
Icy fingers touch, warmth trickles to the floor
Wetness pulled out of me so I'll cry less easily
Wetness pulled out of me so I'll cry less easily
Wetness pulled out of me so I'll cry less easily