For all the times you've stood alone You've nothing to show, nor to condone Nor to curse, or to love, or to bless You've never had true happiness You've never wept; you're too stoic for such And of emotions you've never thought much Stern and upright, a true unfailing glare And for nothing and no one you care You don't live out hopes; vicariously, you gaze With something akin to longing your haze But dreaming is for dreamers in your eyes And your heart is too cold to see through its lies You're educated, smart, too intelligent for this distortion How come you can't see through your mind's own contortion? This facade is failing, you're skating on thin And you're playing a game that you can't hope to win I've little hope that you'll listen to me And open your eyes and finally see And although you won't listen, I still will say That while I'm no prophet, I think you will pay And you won't find emotions you've rarely caught After all, emotions always were your weak spot But you and your stoicism will be your doom Silence eternal, that is your tomb