You might not find love in my heart But there's pain endless You might not find passion in my eyes But there's a fire that'll burn you. I might be cold, To you, a stone You may think I dont believe But, My thirst to live in belief Is undying. I have an anchor point That holds me tight. You don't have to be my windowpane You dont have to look through But, just dont stand away And be a critic Let me live In the substance of my life