You know what I mean when I say that it's strange To come down from heaven and walk through a range And serve as a target for all of your pain You should know what I mean by now
You know what I mean when I say that it's true I haven't found anyone who's close to you But I couldn't start looking because I'm a fool You should know what I mean by now
You know what I mean when I say that I'm tired Of all of the cheats and the ****** and the liars Yet I'll sit and roast with them above the fires You should know what I mean by now
You know what I mean when I say that I'm done And your little mind games have lost all their fun And I'm through with sitting here, I'd rather run You should know what I mean by now
I lift my eyes Up from the dirt where I am standing Up from the hurt that I've been handed To the river where I find myself again To the hands that offer me a second chance
If you liked "Cheeks and Faces", try reading this one out loud as well.
Here's the link to the song that I wrote to this poem, after Edward suggested it.