Hide Within My Rock

Don't yell at me for who I am
That's wrong, but don't expect to find out from me what's right
I only know that if I still talked to you
I'd still be crying every night
And if you never love you never cry
And never have to watch her die
Broken in your arms
So that's why I have my walls
My caller i.d. and deadbolts
So I never have to love, or cry, or wonder why?
Why?
It's a paradise, I tell myself
And after all
I have my poetry and books to protect me from outside thoughts
And my music to talk to and guide me
I never will see you again
We'll never be anything, not even friends
So don't talk to me again
My perfect life has no room for lovers, or friends