Tell me how you want me,
I would be anyone,
anything for you.
Lie down on a bed
of roses for you.
Slowly bleeding dignity.

Yet I cant ignore
the man I should be
that I was.
That man wont
depreciate,
be decieved,
let gaurd down,
show want or need.
That stone man
so cold.
Where is he?
Im not so old,
but I should be.