It's always cold

It's always cold when I think of you.
Very angry and sad, frustrated too.
It still hurts to think about what you did.
At the time, I was only a kid.
I don't know why you lied to me so much.
Or why I always longed for your touch.
You were no better than any other guy.
I thought you were an angel, straight from the sky.
But I was stupid and young.
On your every word I hung.
But now I know better than I did before.
I'll be sure to knock before I open any door.
I'll try to be perfect and right.
I'll keep everything in plain sight.
I'll learn to take any pain that may come.
And never again will I come undone.