Made of Stone

Someday, I’ll get tired of always saying, “I’m alright.”
Then, maybe, I’ll find a way to make you stay the night.

Well, blood flows through these veins,
And the scars you left still burn with pain.
Plus this skeleton’s made of bone.
So tell me,
Can you feel with your heart of stone?

I hope that I get sick of always saying, “I’m just fine.”
Then, maybe, I’ll notice my lying and deny that you were ever mine.

Well, chasing statues isn’t fair,
Because I know I‘m ending up nowhere.
But I don’t ever want to be alone.
So tell me,
Can you feel with your heart of stone?

When will my blind eyes open up to the truth and see?
Even though I might be loving it, slowly you are killing me.
I promise that, your secrets, I won’t ever tell.
I’m so naïve, because I’m prepared to take them with me straight to Hell.
You are the forbidden fruit of a poisonous tree.
Why don’t you go and just let me be?

Why do you do what you do to me?
Please stop drowning me in your sea.
Why do you do what you do to me?
I don’t want to keep dying unwillingly.

If you’re a drug, then I‘m an addict.
Loving you is one of my deadly habits.
I’m willing to ignore that your heart is made of stone.
I know that you‘ll never feel the same way,
Just promise me that you will always stay.
‘Cause your love was the first I’ve seen and the last I’d ever known.