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Paint it black 5:31 p.m. 2003-07-31 Cold words from you are too warm to bear melting my frozen heart its still to small to make a difference though beating feebly blackened and broken against the strong face i put on every morning. And the scary thing is, i don't even think about this anymore. I don't make a concious effort to deny emotion, its instinctual. I watch them wither and weaken and know that i'll never be like that. I don't need to write letters to myself convincing me that i'm alright. I hate this strength that amounts for nothing. back & forth |