I'm ashamed....
Not because of what I've done
But because of what I am.
I'm ice.
I'm cold.
I see the way you're looking at me right now... and I'm not sure what bothers me more:
the pain in your eyes
or the fact that I don't care.
And I'm not proud of it... but I have accepted it.
Its who I am! And I warned you from the beginning... I told you not to love me, but you insisted! And now look at you... just look at you...
You don't know me like you think you do.
I'm not good...
I'm not sweet...
I'm not innocent...
I wove the web, and now you're stuck.
And..... I'm sorry. I really am.
I didn't want things to turn out this way.
Over the years, I have become so good... at.... running away. Leaving a broken heart behind. So that I don't have to see the pain.
Its easier that way.
Haha.... I guess you were right when you called me the Ice Lady... what a shame.
