Maybe I turned to stone,
So cold you'd freeze,
With just a gaze.
So hard I'd take,
Every blow,
And not even wince.
So sharp I'd cut through,
All your layers,
And hit the right spot.
So heavy I'll crush to dust,
Every bone you have,
With nothing but my weight.
But you don't like this,
Do you?
This wall of stone,
This new me.
But then again,
Why would you?
Don't you think
You should though?
For I wouldn't be here,
If it weren't for you.
