cold to the touch

Asking for your love but getting , a lonely presence. asking for your affection, but getting your attitude. trying to get you to think about me but never getting a reward, you make you think there is no love , and it's all reputation. because I loved you. but love doesn't grow on trees, it comes from the head, but my head speaks like my heart, broken and torn apart. cold to the touch, a finch of tearer, and a broken heart for another. sad and sad, just doesn't do. no its not me , it's you. - definitely you.