You don't get to do this.

My heart aches, feet cold.

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.