His words were always as soft as the inside of a rose
But all I could feel were his dorns poking me in my soul
The way you could see how snowflakes melts
Was exactly how my hate towards him felt
Like the water of the ocean never changed
Was the way he always behaved
The emptiness in the air
Showed me how much he cared,
He didnt
And I assume that I´m now aware
Of him never being there