For twenty years…
You laid beside me…
Lying with a straight face
Telling me things
You thought I wanted to hear
Pretending that you were mine
But why am I blaming you
I pretended too
Pretended to unsee what I saw
Living a lie
Too afraid to lose you
Too afraid to be alone
Afraid to see who you really are..
A stranger by my bedside…

Flaming red skies…
Makes me melt…
Like butter on toasted rye…

Sometimes you say too much
Sometimes you say too little
Sometimes you say nothing at all..
When it matters the most…