Another day. Another tear.

Another guy. Another fear.

Turned down and turned away

Was there anything left to say?

Not the kind of girl to hide

I have my looks. I have my pride.

I’m not the kind of girl to care.

But it felt so nice when you stroked my hair

The feel of your fingers on my skin

The deep breaths you made me take in

The heat and passion that you awoke

It was all a fire that you did stoke

And now you’ve left me in the cold

We can still be friends I’ve been told

But that’s not the way this story goes

My heart was melting but now it’s FROZE!