I have to let you die.
I have to let you fade.
So spare me the male accusations.
I would have told you those things you wanted to hear

And I would have cared
The way you thought no one ever would.
And now my heart bleeds cold.
I refuse to be caressed by stone.
I now live emotionless and free from your pain.

My heart bleeds the darkest blood.
My heart is cold as stone
A rock feels no pain
No laughter. no loving. no contact.

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Writer(s): MATTHEW FOX, STEVEN KLEISATH