Say that I have a heart of ice,
At least I have one.
Say that I’ve ruined my life,
At least I had one.
A heart of ice breaks more easily,
The warm hearts stay clear but not cold.
The ruined of lives cannot be retrieved,
As like, is like a scar.
Frosted and bitten by wind by a storm,
Compared to the foreground that’s loved.
The words that you speak are scorn.
But this scar of life will be evermore.
Even when it wishes it won’t.
