I wish I was truly made of stone
so what you say wouldn't affect me so
Knowing not if you mean what you say
kind of kills me every day
I wish I was truly made of stone
My eyes held no truth of the love in my heart
I would smile and everything would go on
thus is life, and life is gone
I wish I was truly made of stone
And left in the ocean all alone
To think upon my troubles of life
And not cry over a silly old strife
I wish I was truly made of stone
My voice of ice, my skin of bone
Just as the days go by in sorrow
Can I see the point of tomorrow?
My wish is my nightmare
as my emotions dull to dust
You may not realize this my dear
I am turning into stone I fear
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