took a phone call today
please come and talk to me
got in the car, drove to you
and you said to me

I'm not right, I feel it in my head
I've got no one else, I've got no friends
I can't talk to you, I don't know where to begin
please, just talk to me

I talk about nothing as I watch your tears
I speak about idiocies and unrelenting fears
I whispers entreaties that drive me insane
I sit and silently know... I'm to blame

each revelation, besides the last
leaves me gasping, struggling to breathe
each time you say I can't talk about it
gives me another reason to believe

It's
my
fault

this is my shame

my horror is I walked away
knowing you were on your own
you sent me away
like a dog with a bone

with no meat on it

I don't have a clue
whats really eating you

except I could only say
*whatever you are thinking
Suicide is NOT the way

we all sing
a different tune
some rock out
while others croon
some sing about
someone did them wrong
just like those country songs
the love song sung
with only piano strains
or the murderous thrill
of metallic chains
some warble
in operatic overtures
others sing the blues
not just words
upon a screen
songs of our heart
and in our dreams