My love depends on which hand you hold.
One is hot as fire while the other is like ice and oh so cold.
They say, "The apple doesn`t fall far from the tree...". I suppose when I fell, I kept rolling down the hill to never rest I see.
Stair at my eyes and you`ll find they are two people inside, one wants to be seen, while the other will still continue to hide, there`s a restlessness inside i can`t describe.
There`s a battle Raggeing inside of me, it has nothing to do with you... It`s all about the things i can`t touch or see.
I try to live a life designed for me and myself alone, I carry on but how do you suppose to do that when all is gone?
You can blame me all you want to, but there`s something wrong inside, you can even give up and say we are thrue, but it won`t change the fire and ice I try to hide.
Can`t you see... I burn with the coldest cold, and I freeze from the hottest fire. I sleep with desire... and wake frozen.
By Michael Parker
By Michael Parker
