He said "You're cold and I don't even feel bad saying that.
I told you how much I cared and you said, nothing back.
I've moved on, left you, in the past."
It makes me feel old, as I turn away from you,
heart stretching painfully, singing 'I'll do anything you want me to'
I care much more then I should, though you wouldn't think it's true.
But it is with silence, that I respond to your cut.
If you were looking for confirmation, my reply seems enough.
You turn without looking back, and walk off the bus.
...
If I'm so harsh against your skin,
why in the first place, did you ever let me in?
