Some days my words are frozen, numb. They form like ice cubes in my mind, all nicely stacked; they're building blocks, the ones with the sharp edges that scrape at your skin when the tower you made, taller than you, falls down. I tell myself that patience will thaw the words out, make them liquid, flawless, but the sun rises, the heat comes and my mind is still cold .
Being alone is no help. Come warm me up.
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and so you see I have come to doubt everything I once held as true, I stand alone without beliefs, the only truth I know is you (simonandgarfunkel).
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