To the death she would follow me
She said so
I believe her because she cannot let go
I release her hand and she grabs it yet again
Afraid that I might leave her yet once more
But she is young. She is reckless
I don't have any inclination to chase
Nor do I wish to waste my dwindling youth
In my "wisdom" and "strength" she feels comfort
A shelter one could only compare to a warm house
Freezing rain beating on the roof and chilling winds
A warm fireplace am I until she feels safe enough to move on
That's okay, because my heart is black ice
The last girl who tried to take it her hand is buried in my chest
Though I like her, I cannot help who, or what I am
Please don't ask me to change
I don't want to for you. If you love me let me be
If it is I you fell for why would you ask for this
Don't answer please. It doesn't matter
Don't cut your wrists, but love me and I will do my best to care about you