A manifold of rules to deter you of your first choice,
Please don't let it stomp out the fire in your voice...

If I could I would tell you how many nights I've waited,
But the words would be shallow and I'm afraid too belated,

A lucid memory spat onto a photograph in my hand,
As tears drift down slowly as if caught in quicksand.

Cold-hearted woman and warm-hearted man,
Cold-hearted woman who broke him and ran.

A superflous action that left one to breed hate,
One calls it destiny while another calls it fate...

Nothing is planned and nothing is spontaneously done,
Is anything boring? Do you think anything is fun?

These memories can scar and these memories can burn,
I keep asking myself, will I ever... ever... learn?

Warm-hearted girl and cold-hearted boy,
Warm-hearted girl had her heart made a toy.