i did not mean to be cold folding words into bits not a crease in my smile no caress in my glimpse taking time to reply i did not mean to be cold but my dinner grew mold the walls shrank while i slept the bugs drank my blood and my reflection is unkempt i did not mean to be cold had no warmth left for you no excuses sound true want to be better too hope you'll understand one day i hope to land like a bird before flight i'll set myself right