Do You still hear Me even when I don’t Speak?
Do Your eyes gaze in or stare right through Me?
How can You Love Me when I can’t seem to
Pick My Own head up and keep pushing on.
Do You still hear me even though I don’t speak?
I’ll take a chisel to The Eyes and You’ll see that I’m just not right
Do you feel the Cold tides that rip through Me on those long Nights?
I’ll take a chisel to These Eyes and You’ll see into My Life,
Waiting for the Sunlight to ease the Darkness from My Mind.
I’ll take a chisel to The Eyes and You’ll see that I’m just not right
Do you feel the Cold tides that rip through Me on those long Nights?
I’ll take My chances to Reconstruct My Hands Mess,
Just to see the Ones I had left Rusting
I’ll take My chances to Reconstruct My Hands Mess,
Just to see the Ones I had left Rusting
When does My Grieving take notice when I’m Speaking?
When will She see that I’m just Not Breathing?
When does My Grieving take notice when I’m Speaking?
When will She see that I’m just Not Breathing?
