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I'll stand outside,

till my heart turns to ice...

and walk back in,

to warm it up,

to see if it will beat again...

to have it feel...

and not be so cold...

let it start to beat...

so I know its still there...

and find the place,

where you should be...

I felt it break,

as I was told I should leave...

to only mend it back,

and slowly feel it break once again...

to chill this wound,

with cold hands to hold it...

watch as its ripped out,

and still continue to smile,

as you hold it up for all to see...

that you hold this heart,

that still beats,

to prove I can still feel...

as you dissect my heart,

all the holes and wounds...

for all to see,

and watch as the tears roll down my face...

as I am a disgrace,

for the words I say...

are not right,

nor do you want to hear...

I'm a disgrace to you...

I'm a disgrace to me...

as I walk outside...

for my heart to freeze,

for the wounds to heal,

as my jaw locks to the words...

" I'm sorry"...

as I put them on repeat...

writen in the snow,

with a bloodly finger print...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

sorry...

for the frozen fingers...

for the wrongs words...

for not being what I should have been...

for the brokenness of my heart...

I'm...

sorry...

for the tears I cried,

as I felt the sharp pain,

of ice going through my heart...

as it tries to warm its self...

to try to beat again...

as I shake to make it go away...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

sorry...