ColdenBlood

Your love is a lonely courtroom Judge. Jury. Sentence. The whole truth and nothing but Now present your evidence. Guilty till proven innocent Any doubt will do. The slammed door is your gavel The facts are yours to skew. What am I trying to prove When you've already made up your mind? When you've thrown away the jail key For my imagined crimes. But you can't lock up my heart And when my cell is quiet, I dare to dream of life outside In my private silent riot. This is a mistake of your own making When you forged me in fire. And when my love turned cold for you I solidified as iron. Your knuckles will crash and break Upon my metal s