I thirst you who has a heart of ice, I've been hurt so bad I can't fall in twice. Since those days I've been in a dilemma, Why don't you listen? Oh, You're such an enigma. My drawer has filled with those sketches of yours, I still stand on those broken floors. I know I have those pieces of heart I just can't decide if it's yours or mine, I have pretended a lot with them but O guess what? I just can't be fine. When I recall those old times of ours, Those arrows of agony, one me they showers. ~Samay