I keep hearing that you've changed,
That it's a 'long story,'
But you're not who you used to be,
Maybe you'll end up like me,
But it's not that cold in here.
It's not that hot here either.
I've forgotten what hot and cold feels like now.
But don't worry,
Soon you will too.
You won't have to feel the emotion of a heartbreak,
Oh no.
And the touch of flirting fingers.
And the tears will soon dry up - no worry about that.
And if you're really lucky,
When he's turned his back,
You might be able to smile...
The torment of this beauty is simply untouchable.I want to keep this miracle so I can read it until I have caught light in every segment. . .until my pale fingers trickle roseblood from the fragments of your heart.Amazing