What if the lines around her eyes made a maze? What if the secrets that never seemed to phase her really hit her where it hurt What if she cared the whole time, but didn't trust herself in what words she might find I miss it The life we could have had I miss dreaming about that But it's patience and understanding I lacked And even more than that? I didn't realize it till long after the fact And if it wasn't too late and too little I would come to your door Hands and knees If it wasn't for that I would be begging please But instead I'm here Biting my tounge Hoping that nothing heals like time