Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain

And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,

It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me

That lives forever
All the same

In the grave there is a whisper
I thought I’d finally speak aloud
For the sake of one sole listener
Who never made me proud

Underneath the stiff church seats
Someone beats a heavy drum
I was silent when you stomped your feet
And left me feeling numb

I took every shot I thought I deserved
And tried my best to be
The water that you walked on
The poison that you bleed

Like a starved man, I'd chew
The harsh regret between my teeth
Until the belly fills with rue
And really, I’m still hungry

And at the end of it all I’m still afraid
That living souls will speak my name
That I will meet my maker when
The last of love inside me ends

And then there is the lingering fear
That I was never worth your tears
You’ll cry and bellow out my name
And never know I cry the same