You know I can look at some people
And know just how they feel.
I can tell what they are thinking
And this is all for real.

Sometimes I look at someone,
And I become quite sad
Because I can see that in their eyes,
There's a darkness that is bad.

Some people are locked away inside,
They have built up walls.
They have turned their hearts to ice,
Thinking they won't fall.

Some people are alone by choice,
They stand without a friend.
Inside themselves, they have gone cold,
Already designing an end.

Their hearts are numb inside of them,
They have made them ice.
They turn to people next to them,
Unable to be nice.

My heart's a different kind of hidden,
Mine is more like snow.
It's still soft and beautiful,
It just doesn't glow.

I've heard that if your heart is frozen
No one can see inside.
But ice is more of a see-though thing,
There's no pain they can hide.

They think that ice is strong enough
To stop them falling through
Into the ocean-deep below,
Of emotional blues.

The truth is that they do it still,
Cause self-emotional pain.
They don't want to be alone forever.
That feeling can't be drained.

I don't know what it is they've heard
But ice isn't all that dense.
It is easy to smash it to pieces,
So it doesn't make much sense.

I've built my heart of snow, Mother.
It's soft and beautiful still.
There is one person that I love,
Tip off Cupid if you will.

That is why my heart is snow,
Because if it were ice,
And she turned me down and away,
It would not be nice.

Ice can be easily shattered.
This way I just ache.
Mother when she tells me no,
I don't want to break.