Sometimes people will, tend to be quiet and expect you to know what's up but you won't because you can't because humans can't smell emotions.
Your body, though it's the normal 35 degree temperature, is ice cold,every time I come close you flinch as if I make you get chills up and down your spine.
Do I?
Maybe I just don't come up to par of your previous best friend, who you probably thought would be there till the end but left you bitter and alone.
I'm not nor will I ever be her,alright?
I could put my trust on a silver platter for you and tell you anything you would ever need to know about me.
But nobody just tells anyone anything anymore because people are judgemental and people hate being judged.
The irony......
Ice heart in a box like Davy Jones's heart in a box but unlike it I'm not sure if yours beats but if it does, it isn't for me.
Because you hate me.
Everyone does.
