His heart is ice. His soul… is there really one? So many black tears I've cried over him. Why? Well that's always a question I ask myself. I've been stood up so many times's that he should just glue my ass to the chair so I don't end up leaving… Maybe he'll come. But maybe he won't… I should have warned him not to grab that knife and mentally stab my heart. Is this really high school? Or hell?! Well I guess it's a mix of both… Maybe it's time for a little pay back! Hi my names Carmendi and I'm the ex.