If you really knew me
you could see past this facade
past this mirage
you could see I constantly cry
like a water fountain
but you will never know
cause my tear clouds never make it over the mountain
I hold them back
cause I am strong (so I think)
but if you look close enough
you can see my flaws
the worn cracks in my face
and how I'm a dark pit
a dark place
you'll see me fall apart bit by bit
you could see how my eyes are closed shut
yet my soul bleeds
it bleeds endlessly onto this worn out paper piece
now you really know me

To fall in love, then smother the flame.
Sleeping with a gut full of water.
To kiss traveled lips over and over again.
Always tastes just like her.
To hold something not even there.
Manage to wrap around you twice.
To love something that flys away..
I will clip your wings.
The dead bird sings.

To hold a soft hand without grip.
Let it fall to its side.
To want something so wanted.
Don't let it consume you.
To fall apart so silently.
I've given you up to watch you grow.
To wait inside an empty room.
I want and want and nothing more.

Dead bird sing, dead bird sing.
You're such a tired, broken thing

Lips that told secrets.
Ears that listened.
Minds that retained.
Never mentioned,
Ever present.

Eyes and glances
Fingertips and brushes
Faith and everything after.