This boy

I feel so cold in his arms
and so open to of life's little harms
can't remember feelin alone like this
and now i feel it every time we kiss
the emptiness echoes in his eyes
echoing in them are his little lies

who is this boy
with dead hands on my neck
who is this stranger
who can't stay with me for just a sec.
i don't know and never will
all i know is he's not...

i feel so ashamed when he speaks
calling my friends lower than geeks
i can't stand for those who actually care
coz they'll be gone and he'll be there
the words he repeat, fill me with pain
he calls me dumb, over n over again

i feel so unsafe by his side
he said he cared
. . . .
then apart of me died