Can't deny the end did hurt
Like being jabbed by a needle
Promising to heal
Leaving out talking about the scars

You probably thought I couldn't feel
Like the cold exterior I carry
You probably thought I was made of ice
An iceberg that wouldn't break even if it could

I may be made of ice, I may not be
But an artist would have made me his muse
The sun it's rain
You let me melt

I wish you had dug deeper
To the core of what you thought was lacking
So that even if the end was near
It wouldn't be the end at all

When one dream ends another begins
I hav stopped dreaming but I will again someday
Find someone that fits
I'll then be his muse again