My heart gets crushed And cracks once more It leaks through from the ducts of the eyes As it makes it's way down The carved out paths on my face I can't forget to remember the painful why's
I don't like how much I cry But I feel every drop They are such a constant I don't know if it'll ever stop I also don't know what to say All I can offer is a bucket and a mop Due to the fact I'm the cause of each one A truth I have to cop
How do you tell someone That you've made it further in life Than you thought you could, Than you might, At times, Have even wanted to, Much less thought you would?
I've worked myself out of a hole Deeper than the dead I know this goes against Most of what I've mostly said I just never stopped, Pushing past every thought repeated in my head And what pulled out ahead? My promise to you, Proving to be the strongest thread "I'm still here son"
I leave her alone To give her the time To feed her desires 'Till her own passion expires And she falls asleep... ...in her preferred alone So I can then come in And kick the same tires Left to fight the nightmares Of my expressed fears Of again being unwanted And then try to sleep... ...in the worst type of alone
The tiny tears dry But every Miniscule memory No bigger than a single, Thoughtful penny Resides in the residual The old me? A buried time capsule It gets so heavy As the new visual Builds up quickly Until you Don't recognize who you See looking back at you In the rearview You're not too Be looking at anyway All you see Is all you've gone through And it's not visual trickery You know it to be true You feel the change inside too Within the replaced imagery You can no longer find you