What I know

Sometimes i dont think I know how to be close, how to be nice, how to be warm. When I was a kid I always knew only rudeness, so I closed in and thought I shouldnt let people inside, I learned to be rude, ruthless and sarcastic, so people wouldnt touch me. Kind never really worked for me, I always got hurt. I guess I just became cold as time passed by. Now I'm just hurting you and hurting myself. Now I dont know how to change back.

And in the end, who's gonna love an ice cube...?