I haven' t had enough of them to say they're all the same

But I've seen enough of them to know they share a name

To be lied to, manipulated and confused is an understatement

And all this happens as I watch his feet routinely hit the pavement

So I've decided to lock my heart away in an opaque box and call it Black Ice

But hard as I try when it's next to a flame the result never feels nice

It melts into the susceptible fluid that is a mixture of my emotions

Men, boys, guys, males

Simultaneously, my poison and my antidote

Loving me causing me to hate myself

Reminding me always that ice must melt