There had been more words added this time as if he’d perfected it. The desperate sound in his voice had made me glad I was lying in my bed watching him. I was pretty sure I’d have become a puddle on the floor if I’d tried to stand up. His dark hair had fallen into his eyes as he looked down at the guitar in his hands and strummed the beginning of the song. I’d recognized it immediately. The words drifted through my head all morning as I hummed the hauntingly sweet melody.
“You weren’t meant for the ice. You weren’t made for the pain.
The world that lives inside of me brought only shame.
You were meant for castles and living in the sun.
The cold running through me should have made you run.
Yet you stay holding onto me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
I can’t feel the warmth. I need to feel the ice.
I want to hold it all in until I can’t feel the knife.
So I push you away and I scream out your name
I know I can’t need you yet you give in anyway
Yet you stay holding onto me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
I can’t feel the warmth. I need to feel the ice.
I want to hold it all in until I can’t feel the knife.
So I push you away and I scream out your name
And I know I can’t need you yet you give in anyway
Yet you stay holding onto me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
Oh, the dark will always be my cloak and you are the threat to unveil my pain.
So leave, leave and erase my memories