As my heart grows cold
As my heart grows cold,my hair loses the touch of gold,
and starts turning a shade more grey,
all my thoughts, they're far away
I just need a person to speak to,
just anybody really listening would do.
I don't think I will ever find someone,
to talk the way I need to.
But search I will, and almost I dare try,
but everytime I see a potential I break and run and cry.
So never someone I will find,
Even though I know many who are so kind.
Disappointed I have been to often,
even when I try the protective wall won't soften.
So the real me comes up and I smile,
this way I always do it, and will now for awhile,
but it won't help me, cause good as I may seem,
good is only something I feel sometimes in a dream
