We walk, I talk, and it seems to me that I can't break you open.
Perhaps your past is too much to handle.
I look for a sign or signal that you just might give off.
I wasn't trying to pry, just piece this puzzle together.
Maybe I'm searching for something that just isn't there.
I fear I've scared away the thoughts that would enable me to care.
Now I second guess myself
because there's one and only one thing that changes my mind.
And it is this:
Every time you glance at me for a second into my eyes I fall a little more.
If you were to look into them for a whole conversation I think I'd die
and I can't wait for you to kill me.
Hold your tongue captive - a prisoner inside of your own mouth.
Why is it you can't see that I'm desperate and dying to reach out.
And when I think to just give up on you;
leave you to struggle alone with your own demons.
I keep falling back and seeing something in...