I'm sorry for pushing you away
hard enough to make you break
My hands are cold and I keep them that way
on purpose, kind of,  
out of habit,
definitely,
I have a fear of going in, and letting people see me.
I'm sorry for pushing you away,
fast enough to make you lose your breath,
My time is not worth another minute of yours,
I'm being honest.

I don't do it out of fear, really,
I think I lied before.
I do it out of misery,
I don't deserve the things you gave me.