You hold my lines in your hands
As I write between them
All of the things that I need them to say

You read the words
But don't speak their truth
They don't reverberate

It's like a film developed in the wrong light
You can see it but it doesn't look right
Or is it all the same to you

How does the building stand when her structure breaks
She wants to hold steady
But she isn't ready to hold all the weight

And there she crumbles
So you can walk away