This room was warm, I'm now freezing.
One phone call sent that chill down my spine.
I should have known that it was to good to be mine.
I should have known not to try.
I feel weak, spirit shattered.
Thrown into a dimension where nothing mattered.
Not a thing I could do, not a thing I could say.
Because what I do doesn't matter anyway.
I could try and win you back but there's no point I've lost.
I don't get it.
So cold with all these layers on.
It's like ice has covered my being.
No amount of warmth could ever bring me back.
But what should I do now?
Do I say go away?
Do I just leave them all behind?
Is it them that I define?
Or I who they define.
Do I try to fill the emptiness inside me again?
Do I devoid myself?
What do I do now?
Do I stop caring, should I stop being so kind?
It always ends up the same way.
I really am destined to be alone.
Just like my father,where are you?
From one problem to the next.
Every time i'm always had.
Why do you get to do this?
I don't understand, too nice, too mellow.
I wont ever be your man.
