You were not warm, you could not be
You were born in a winter day
You were not happy
While your wet face fits rain this much
Life was not fair
When it was dealing the cards in the first place
I was not brave, I could not be
When the barrel was at the back of my neck
I could let you
You could have pulled the trigger
If you wanted to
There was a hole in your heart, couldn't hold anyone inside
You were not mine, even when I'm inside you I was out of it
You were not pretty, it was not something I'd be searching for
It was okay, your face was fitting to my story.