You Are the Citrus in My Cankersore

For some reason
I am incapable to care
Not for blue eyes nor blonde hair
Maybe I'm apathetic
and wishes fall upon deaf ears
humanoid extinguishing my fears
Oh God, I might, I know
I'm far from lonely
You stand by not my heart but my hand
And it grows cold cold colder
not longing no longer seeing
The pain isolated in your eyes
Kiss your cheek then I'll cut all ties
I am the boat and I cut the anchor
For you are no longer mine