I Grow Cold

I've loved and I have love
But what you do is misconstrue my touch
I’m just a friend, I don't love you
Time I spent just trying to fend the guilt
That my swollen head and my heart built as defense

I grow tired
I grow cold
I'm just a friend
Just an old, old friend

I have mind and I don’t mind
I want to lend an ear, my friend—I care
But I'm just a friend, I don't love you
Locks inside this soul, not the kind you pick
But the kind that grow with every kick
Like the ones you get when you make me click with guilt
And bang with pain
And burn myself cause I'm so frustrated

I have mind but I don't mind
I want to lend my ear, my friend—I care
But I'm just a friend, I don't love you
Locks inside this soul, not the kind you pick
But the kind that grow with every kick
Like the ones you get when you make me click with guilt
And bang with pain
And burn myself cause I'm so frustrated

I grow cold