Youre standing in front of me, you wont look me in the eye,
I can tell somethings wrong; youre not touching me, your pale and your voice seems to be lost.
I try to reach for you, but you flinch from my touch.
I feel like I'm diseased and youre terrified of catching something.
What can I possibly give to you? Except my love?
Cold is slowly creeping into my heart, its freezing everything inside me solid...gradually...painfully
The tension builds to an unbearable climax and finally... you speak.
You tell me you love me...but you don't want to be with me,
And so it's over.
What a beautiful waste, of a wonderful mess.
And I guess before I can fully walk alone,
I have just one question that I need answered.
For this question burns deep within,
Yet chill me to the bone.
This question kills me,
Almost as much as you.
So I need to know,
And I need even more for you to be honest;
I just want to know;
When you look into my eyes and watch my heart shatter, does it break yours too, even crack it a little?
Do you even care?
