I'm empty
Hollowed out inside
All that was inside
I've carved it out
Piece by piece
All bleeding on the floor
Until there's nothing left for me to give you
Until there's nothing I have left to give you
That is special and untouched
I used to be just like you
Kisses were like secrets
Best shared little
And given in the dark
But when I wanted to give my first little secret away
He had already given his
And it angered me
So I drove him away
So far that he was frightened
And we never really spoke again
How could he?
How could he.
But I had learned my first lesson:
That it is better to forgive a secret told,
Than to drive away the teller forever.
And one day I told my secret
And later, wondered why
What had I seen in my confidant?
I should have saved it longer
So I thought I'd do much better next time
So I told it again
And again
And again
And one day I gave up on it being secret anymore.
It wasn't a big deal,
It didn't matter anymore,
Because I and others had treated it that way
And I had never been sure.
Then one day I trusted someone
I wanted to tell him a secret
But the only secret I had left to share
Was one that was very big
And very special
And I should not have given it away.
And in the end
It happened again
My secret told,
I gave up on meaning
And told,
And told again.
And now I have no secrets left
To give to you my dear
I even told you all my lies
And all my truths and fears
And I'm grasping
Reaching for anything
And everything that I might have left
I'll give you all
Again and again
And I'll take it all
All the words
And anger
And fear
I'll lie down and take it all
And while you and I both beat me senseless with our words
My every breath will be
A wish upon the stars in my eyes
That you will one day see
How much I love you
And all you mean to me.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
I'm empty
Hollowed out inside
All that was inside
I've carved it out
Piece by piece
All bleeding on the floor
Until there's nothing left for me to give you
Until there's nothing I have left to give you
That is special and untouched
I used to be just like you
Kisses were like secrets
Best shared little
And given in the dark
But when I wanted to give my first little secret away
He had already given his
And it angered me
So I drove him away
So far that he was frightened
And we never really spoke again
How could he?
How could he.
But I had learned my first lesson:
That it is better to forgive a secret told,
Than to drive away the teller forever.
And one day I told my secret
And later, wondered why
What had I seen in my confidant?
I should have saved it longer
So I thought I'd do much better next time
So I told it again
And again
And again
And one day I gave up on it being secret anymore.
It wasn't a big deal,
It didn't matter anymore,
Because I and others had treated it that way
And I had never been sure.
Then one day I trusted someone
I wanted to tell him a secret
But the only secret I had left to share
Was one that was very big
And very special
And I should not have given it away.
And in the end
It happened again
My secret told,
I gave up on meaning
And told,
And told again.
And now I have no secrets left
To give to you my dear
I even told you all my lies
And all my truths and fears
And I'm grasping
Reaching for anything
And everything that I might have left
I'll give you all
Again and again
And I'll take it all
All the words
And anger
And fear
I'll lie down and take it all
And while you and I both beat me senseless with our words
My every breath will be
A wish upon the stars in my eyes
That you will one day see
How much I love you
And all you mean to me.
I hope the moral of the story is fairly obvious... Any words of comfort or advice are appreciated.
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