How do you keep up with the lie?
A lie I already knew the truth of.

You pretended to be wounded
Slowly crawling your way to me.

Selfishness speaking bold words
Blaming me
Trying to keep me
Confusing me
When I, my dear, already knew the truth.

You stabbed me, and hide the knife
And I stabbed you, you ask why.

She was ice cold in midwinter
Cause cold was all she knew.

Yet, even the most solid ice melt
With a little affection
With most compression
And a heart full of patient.

She still delays
Because someday
Her guard will yield
At someone capable enough
To make her ice melt.