I am glad I finally found my freedom,
A world without you.
A Day I am not depended on you.
A world where we are strangers,
We both know each other's name but not stories.
We pass each other but never greets.
We will never smile to each other again, I know.
We will never getting back together again.
We may have memories with each other,
You can keep it if you want
Or throw it away if you dont.
But I assure you,
I will treasure those stupid seconds of my life I have spend with you.
To be honest, you made me happy and sad.
Thanks for this freedom.

His hands are ice,
Sharp like broken glass,
But he says, "Come here,
The cold won't last."

So you hand him your heart,
With a smile on your face,
His hands are ice cold,
But your heart is in flames.

He says, "Trust me,
You'll melt me to a puddle,
Fire and ice,
We'll make such a nice couple."

So you give him your all,
With a smile on your face,
And you fall and you fall,
Toward your icy embrace.

He squeezes his hands,
With your heart inside,
He didn't melt, put your flames out,
But you smile and say everything's fine.

Then you say, "That's okay,
My flame comes from within.
I'll take my frozen broken pieces,
Reconstruct and shine again."

He will never fight any battle for you
He won't chase after you if you turn your back to him
He is not going to buy you a drink or even ask for your number
He's just not that guy

He will never buy you roses on Valentine's Day
He won't text you in the middle of the night saying that he misses you
He will not turn and kiss you when you least expect it
He's just not that guy

He will never ask for your hand and your parents' blessings
He won't take you on a romantic trip to Paris
He is not going to say that he loves you until he knows for sure

He's just that guy
Who will secretly glance at you from the corner of the club
Who will kiss your neck as you fall asleep in his arms
Who will take your breath away and sweep you off your feet by being just that guy

Stained.
Like the blood on my hands have dried to a crust.
My heart had thawed but now has freezer burn.
The strands of blonde that were bleached last year.
The words that I won't forget.
Stained.
Like the white dress that has now turned yellow.
The dried candle wax that won't come off the carpet.
Don't love me, or I will become hard.
Don't leave me
Or I will become,
Stained.