Verse 1 You smile like a saint when the curtains rise, Whispers coated sweet, but the truth is in your eyes. Playing fragile, playing kind, like you’re soft and bruised, But you sharpen every word, just to keep me confused. You say you mean well — but you aim for the bone, You break me down gently, so it feels like my own. Every time I struggle, you pretend not to see, You only feel warm when he’s not close to me. Pre-Chorus And you paint yourself the hero in every situation, But your kindness is a weapon built for manipulation. Chorus Covering up with good intentions, You hide the cold behind affection. Playing sisters into tension, Pulling strings for your protection. You want him frozen in your grasp, Still your little boy from the past. You call me cold — but you’re the one With ice inside your heart of glass. Covering up with good intentions… But I can see the truth at last. Verse 2 You triangulate the room with your velvet voice, Make love look duty, and freedom look like a choice. You pit us all against each other — such a subtle art, Pretending you’re the healer while you’re tearing us apart. You say I’m distant — but that’s how you survive, Turning warmth into guilt to keep your power alive. You wrap your frost in roses like it’s charity, But every petal cuts when it falls on me. Pre-Chorus And the sweeter that you speak, the deeper your invention, A halo built of thorns, sharpened with intention. Chorus Covering up with good intentions, You hide the cold behind affection. Playing sisters into tension, Pulling strings for your protection. You want him frozen in your grasp, Still your little boy from the past. You call me cold — but you’re the one With ice inside your heart of glass. Covering up with good intentions… But I can see the truth at last. Bridge All the tears you never shed, The silent wars inside your head. You call it love — but love’s not chains, Not guilt disguised as growing pains. Maybe letting go is what you fear, ’Cause losing power feels too near. But I won’t carry what’s not mine, Your shadows stop where I draw the line. Final Chorus Covering up with good intentions, But your story breaks on close inspection. You call me cold to hide your own reflection — But I’ve learned to see the misdirection. You want him frozen in your past, Still living in the roles you cast. You call me cold — but I’m the one Who finally melted free at last. Covering up with good intentions… Yeah, I see right through the act.
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