I sit in a cold lake. 
"Why are you sitting in a cold lake?" They ask.
"That's the only way my heart will continue to beat."
I don't get sick. I never get sick. 
I bathe in cold lakes. 
"You might get sick! I tell you, you might get sick!"
I tell them I don't care. 
I tell you the truth, I'm perfectly fine.
My teeth my clatter, and my skin might fade into a cool blue,
But my heart still beats.
"You're insane, you might die!" They tell me.
"No, no. I won't. Of all the pain I've been my heart can tolerate such cold and bitterness. This lake doesn't phase me."
They yell get out.
I stay in.
Reasons behind my meanness, reasons behind my smiles, reasons behind my trust issues,
I sit in a cold lake where my heart stays cold and I don't feel for anyone. Anymore.