Nightwhisper - Cold blood

You still send your shadows to knock on my door.
Same crooked apology I've heard it before.
But the girl that would open it isn't at home.
I changed all the locks, and I like it alone.
Every tear that you spilled me, I froze into glass.
Now it cuts when you reach for the ghost of the past.
You wanted me soft, so you made me steel.
Now I smile at the places I used to feel.