I want to come back to you
Fall into your arm; to kiss you
And know that everything is alright
But my lack of trust holds me captive
Time and time again I have seen
this theme repeated; No longer wanting
to just go through the motions
I have a story to tell and you will not listen
I scream it in your ear; begging you
just to see you turn and pretend not to hear

Your own words appear loving and caring
When all written out and yes I know
that is how you wish for this play to turn out
But your actors are getting the script all wrong
With unmemorized lines and emotions flailing
No appearance do you make to your own show
so no responsibility will you take when
daggers rip through my chest

I understand this was never your intention
I shove it aside once again; pretend not to notice
But there is blood dripping onto the stage
so why am I punished, when all that hurt
has piled just too high and I collapse on stage
Please, I cry, I’m sorry I never meant to
destroy your play…Will you listen to my story?