I don’t think you realize that
while you’re hurting, I’m actually laughing.
Because no matter how much you deny it,
You don’t know me.
You never did and will never get the chance.
I’ve already forgotten Your pain.
I’m searching for someone else who may want to give my game a try.

Don’t You know that I’m a player?
Did You think that I would change my game for You?
Did You think that someone so COLD
Could shed light on Your almost lifeless form
Which has hidden away in the darkness?

I’m not Your savior, I never have been.
I am COLD.
Too much so to melt for even the sun.

I can tell that my game was too much for You.
The Real World is not for everyone, my dear.
Hurt is for the weak.
So, You’ve won nothing except another bruise
on Your poor “heart”.

You should have listened to the warning I offered in the beginning.