I was warm, warm like hot ice.
So hot because they had just walked in the room,
So cold because I couldn't move.
I wanted to exit the room, but if I did they would see,
Still cold because there was no one to call my own beside me.
So what do I do? Do I remain cold and curl into a ball,
Or do I go and speak. That way I warm my body because I know my temper will rise,
Naw, Naw, I'll stay quiet as a mouse. Don't want any problems.
Oh by the way, I miss you.
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