Another day. Another tear.
Another guy. Another fear.
Turned down and turned away
Was there anything left to say?
Not the kind of girl to hide
I have my looks. I have my pride.
I’m not the kind of girl to care.
But it felt so nice when you stroked my hair
The feel of your fingers on my skin
The deep breaths you made me take in
The heat and passion that you awoke
It was all a fire that you did stoke
And now you’ve left me in the cold
We can still be friends I’ve been told
But that’s not the way this story goes
My heart was melting but now it’s FROZE!
