I want to be heartless.
Use my head more and my heart less.
Instead, it's made of glass.
Shattering easily when heartbreak comes, swinging with a baseball bat.
Then walks away as if it never happened.
I want to be made of stone.
Nothing could ever break me.
For once, be the emotionless one.
But I'm just a bag of bones.
Breaking with every disappointment.
Cracking under pressure as if I'm a cheap stepping stone.
I just want....Never mind! :-(