let me sit alone, it's better this way i promise. let me cut your rope down, you're too young to do this to yourself. i want to save you, but please don’t get too close. i want to love you, but if I touch you you'll surely shatter, you're already so fragile and everything i touch turns to ice; breaking when i crash my body into it. all of the heat has left me darling, and sometimes i wish to jump into the fire so i can feel my blood warm up again. but if i did i know that surely i would melt, i would feel the burning sensation from cold turned to hot too fast, before i felt warmth. and all of this could be alright, if only we knew where we were going when we died. darling, let me cut down your rope, and you will be free, no longer on a leash.