I want to lock it away...

Lock it away...
I want to lock it away...
I don't want them to see this silly little thing I have created.
They treated me like I wasn't human.
So how could they possibly understand?
I want a warm embrace.
I want to see your face.
I will trace this feeling of passion with my finger.
But I guess in this case... Things just aren't that way.
Such a beautiful graceful dance that has come from the dark grave.
Haunting me again like that pleasant nightmare.
A soft voice in the chilly wind, that licks your face with it's bitter chill saying " I love you"
With the regret pounding on your autumn door.
With a darkened glance, l look back at the beautiful fire, and snow that reflects it.
This is my second chance, and I am that darkened glance.
I am the chilly voice in the wind  that sings love songs.
Your the rare rose in the stormy night.
With a graceful voice but with thorns in your past.
I want to lock it away...
I want to lock away all your pain.