The softness of your skin still itches at my fingertips And your scent never seems to leave these sheets How silly of me—to think you’d keep your promise How silly of me—to think you’d ever return
Your thoughts are of another now, I’m not dumb I still can’t help but wonder, what you’d look like right now In this silent house that needs your voice In this empty bed that needs your warmth
I know the tears I cry won’t be enough And the words I write you'll never see Lips sewn shut with screams that will never surface A smile painted on and good humor forged I know you can see behind my mask Even though you convince yourself that I’m happy