• My heart may be cold
    But at least my body's warm.
    My lips may tell lies
    But at least I know right from wrong.
    My words cut like knives
    Ripping at your heart
    But at least you're not dead.
    My eyes say they hate you
    But at least my hands speak of love.
    It's good we aren't dramatic
    'Cause honey, this is tragic.
    Emotions lie
    Hearts deny
    I'll break your name
    As you work to fix mine.

    (edit: i think it flows better without this last bit.)
    But...how to explain?
    The coroner charges a high rate.
    It'll take time to see I'm in your life.
    Besides, love, I can't spare a knife.

    by
    ~Heidi & Mat~