I’d rather freeze to death,
Than feel the warmth that once I felt,
The heat that I was dealt,
And which took away my breath.
I’d rather be bereft,
Than be the person who I was,
Who went along so just because,
She knew there was nothing left.
I’d rather be forgot,
Than immerse myself in sorrow,
As if there’d be tomorrow,
To find what I have not.
I’d rather be a ghost,
Than admit that I have failed,
That my train had long derailed,
And I lost what I want most.
Yes, I’d rather freeze and die,
Than step into the fire,
And face my deep desire,
That makes me want to cry.