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Cold
As I've grown older,
My shoulder has grown colder.
With each passing year,
I've learned how to live with my fears.
Why should I care?
When I'm not ever there.
I'm at a point in my life,
where I don't crave the knife.
I don't want to get stabbed in the back.
I'll never find that which I lack..
I jump the gun.
I bite the bullet.
I'm prone to run.
I see right through it.
They say I'm withdrawn.
I tire of being the pawn.
If love is indeed game,
I am to be won.
I'm not to be played.
I've grown wiser over time.
Through countless tears,mostly mine.
I don't blame them for losing interest.
My true feelings are hard to express.
I never let them see my cry.
On another facade I do rely.
I wear a different face everyday.
I elude them that way.
They fall for who they want to see.
If only they knew the real me.
With each passing day,
I grow a bit colder.
I know now why they don't stay,
I'm between a hardplace and a boulder.
Whatever,which way.
Someone will get played.
We take from eachother.
Then thirst for another.
It's human nature.
To hurt your lover.
Theres nothing you could say,
that I haven't heard before.
I've seen the end of this play,
It's tradegy prone at the core.
I'm no longer playing the victim.
What did I ever see in them?
I recoil back into my cocoon.
I'm not emerging anytime soon.
I know I'm better off alone.
I won't be love's drone.
Smoke no longer gets in my eyes.
I find my way through the house of mirrors.
I see through every one of their lies.
I don't miss crying bitter tears.
You can say awful things about me.
I never once said I was perfect.
They don't like what they see.
No longer are they a sure fit.
I'm afraid to show people who I am,
I don't relish being shot down again.
That's my biggest down-fall.
Every relationship was a sham.
I can't remember how they began.
Maybe that's the worse thing of all.
As the years have flown by,
my heart has grown cold and died.
I just don't give it my all anymore.
What's the point?
When they'll dissappoint.
I don't feel as strongly as before.
Too many sad stories I have told.
I've experienced them first hand.
Suffocated by them like quicksand.
From now on I'll forever be cold.
