You love me every wich way i point, if i sent you to the 2000 foot crevasse in my heart you would climb to the very bottom just to see whats inside. But the tip of the iceberg isnt really as small, so you'll keep serching, but how will i break the news to you, that the other part has melted away, because theres somone whos causing my global warming. Somone who doesn't want you to see the other part, so you will have to sift through the melted mess of my heart that belongs elseware. But how will i break the news to you that it does not know were to go...