Her heart is so cold but the tricks are getting old, playing a game that's already been played, telling a story that's already been told. A thousand times, thousand lies, a thousand thoughts, a thousand cries. She hides her pain, so ashamed. They see straight through her heart, it's so cold and those lies that she told burns deep within her soul. With no one to hold she's so alone, on her own. She drowns in her sorrows, she was never loved and never knew what it was. She never knew that to love she had to love herself and that is something she didnt do well.