Sinking beneath
the guise of this silence
the chatter inside our heads
is doomed to remain.
It was too much, I got to
building my walls up again.
Since you could get no closer,
you just up and walked away.
Yours has always been
the hand that heals me.
Yours has always been
the hand that
considerately kills.
Now, could we ever bear
each other's eyes again?
What is it between us that
we can't break away,
but can't break through?
Something deep inside
is clogging a part of me.
Something in the depths within
swells and cries out to bleed
in muffled screams.
Deep down you were
offering everything, but I
could never just let myself
go in the arms of you.
And you know me, you
know me through and through,
and you see me and you
know all I cannot do.
I fear, though, you misunderstand:
its not my heart, just my circumstance.
Along the way, I've grown with a soul or two,
but for as long as I can recall, I've
always been connected to you,
and I'm honored you
seem to feel it, too.
And I'm sorry I've done
what I always do.
the guise of this silence
the chatter inside our heads
is doomed to remain.
It was too much, I got to
building my walls up again.
Since you could get no closer,
you just up and walked away.
Yours has always been
the hand that heals me.
Yours has always been
the hand that
considerately kills.
Now, could we ever bear
each other's eyes again?
What is it between us that
we can't break away,
but can't break through?
Something deep inside
is clogging a part of me.
Something in the depths within
swells and cries out to bleed
in muffled screams.
Deep down you were
offering everything, but I
could never just let myself
go in the arms of you.
And you know me, you
know me through and through,
and you see me and you
know all I cannot do.
I fear, though, you misunderstand:
its not my heart, just my circumstance.
Along the way, I've grown with a soul or two,
but for as long as I can recall, I've
always been connected to you,
and I'm honored you
seem to feel it, too.
And I'm sorry I've done
what I always do.

