Carpet of Emotions

Well, there was once this man of many masks,
He had a separate story for every single circumstance he found himself in,
Time and time again.
And there was always this woman of his dreams,
No matter what he said or what he did,
She was always in his heart,
But that's not always how it seems.
And they couldn't touch each other although their feelings much the same,
Nothing but their carpets of emotions to blame.
Well, she used to suffer in her summer clothes,
Never letting on that she was bitterly cold,
Hiding loneliness beneath her dress,
To suit the image that she sold.
He used to hide behind his hand of steel,
Never letting on to how he really used to feel,
Hiding all his pain behind his gain,
From yesterday's deal.
So fire talks, but ice is a little louder,
Makes you feel a little colder when you try to be warm,
And so is the carpet of emotions so often worn.
From day to day they pass each other in the street,
Trying hard to get a good look but you don't know the skill it took,
They couldn't catch each other in the eyes,
And you know what wouldn't let 'em.
So it rained and they trickled through time,
Never becoming one,
Like you know they should've done,
Under the carpet of emotions.
She became so fake you could see plastic in her eyes,
And nobody had told her of the harm in her disguise,
And her dress bled with bitterness,
As she peeled back the lies.
He became so hard and he could barely crack a smile,
Time to time he'd sit back and he'd wonder for awhile,
And look at the road that he took,
You know he'd take back every mile.
So fire talks, but ice is a little louder,
Makes you feel a little colder when you try to be warm,
And so is the carpet of emotions so often worn.
So don't try and judge me by how I behave,
Because you're not looking at me,
It's my carpet of emotions you see.