In sighing breaths and hidden tears, I laugh just so you think that I'm okay. So you won't worry your head about what is going through mine. On a good day; I can be perfect. On a bad day; not so much. But everyday inbetween; I try so very hard to be what you need me to be. I sit and wonder how a heart so cold can keep you alive. Broken so many times, it's just frozen in your chest. Sometimes you treat people with the same cold blood that flows through your veins. I guess it's my turn...
I remember the words you said almost like it was yesterday "You'll get tired of me one day..."
No, I'm staying until you freeze me to death.
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