you don't see it (you don't see me) your eyes are new and your spirit is still fresh i'm a dangerous idea wrapped up in flesh and blood i wait for you to notice to notice i'm not the kind who can give you love anymore
it kills me to know that someday soon
i'll be the first one to teach you that people are as hard and cold as the earth beneath your tender, trusting feet
that expired promises don't keep
you changed me me, with my steel skin (young heart) and stone gaze (wild) you wonder why i pull away (look your way) you wonder why you say you love me and why i never say anything (the same)
you killed me you, the first one to teach me that when angels finally fly your way there's no reason they can't fade into a passing glance (an agonizing) into the eyes of a once-too-familiar stranger (the other half of myself)
Written back when emotions were still fresh. Now, I exist as a statue.