Your voice is cold
You're semi sweet chocolate hands feel of ice
You isolate yourself after igniting my fire
You have nothing to lose, so why be nice
Your ways are stubborn and impatient
You're ready to give up without a fight
You run like the wind
You dismiss the possibilities of what's just and right
Your scars show wounds from the past
You're afraid, heart hidden in a treasure chest
You pretend like things don't matter
You walked away silently, I guess this for the best
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