We talk, but we don’t speak.
You look, but you can’t see.
Honesty is what I seek...
Yet it’s what I’ll never be.
It hurts to make you blind.
Even worse, that you don’t know.
But no satisfaction shall I find
upon sinking you to my low.
Such tragedies are mine to bear.
So trust in me, please.
This life I could never share.
My heart, you won’t receive.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
We talk, but we don’t speak.
You look, but you can’t see.
Honesty is what I seek...
Yet it’s what I’ll never be.
It hurts to make you blind.
Even worse, that you don’t know.
But no satisfaction shall I find
upon sinking you to my low.
Such tragedies are mine to bear.
So trust in me, please.
This life I could never share.
My heart, you won’t receive.
