Heart of Stone
Why is it that no one
The kind, caring person inside of me?
They think Im happy being all alone
They think I have this heart of stone.
I look at this and I ask why?
Ill be alone til the day I die.
It has become clear to me
No one would care if I ceased to be.
Ive always tried to be kind,
But I cant seem to change your mind.
You think Im mean? You aint seen nothin yet.
I can be the cruelest man youve ever met.