And I don’t think you’ll ever understand,
That every time I took your hand,
I was screaming out,
That I needed help without a doubt.
You did not understand,
When I held your hand,
Something changed inside,
And I forgot all the reasons I ever cried.
I now understand,
Why I long to hold your hand.
When the darkness comes,
And beats its drums,
Oh, how I understand.
That within your hand,
The desire to purge my veins,
Was no longer sustained.
-m.j.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
And I don’t think you’ll ever understand,
That every time I took your hand,
I was screaming out,
That I needed help without a doubt.
You did not understand,
When I held your hand,
Something changed inside,
And I forgot all the reasons I ever cried.
I now understand,
Why I long to hold your hand.
When the darkness comes,
And beats its drums,
Oh, how I understand.
That within your hand,
The desire to purge my veins,
Was no longer sustained.
-m.j.