I want to be part of your life,
I want to know what’s important
Because not knowing seems to be not right,
Nothing is written on your forehead
Someday maybe I’ll know what I want to know,
Maybe I’ll be able to read you like a book
But there will always be some things you don’t show
And I will not be able to help, only look.
There’s so much locked up inside of you
It haunts you, I see it, but you won’t tell me.
I’m afraid, I’m helpless and you’re not strong enough to face it.
Helpess, beated, broken, shaken from the inside,
Slowly trying to fix things, make everything alright.
I’m bothered and want to see, if I can be of any help
But I’m locked inside this cage again, chained to the iron bars,
Looking to the world outside and not knowing who you really are.
Sometimes the mask you used to wear is laughing at my face
And I’m crawling up into a ball to get out of this place.
I’m trying to get away from it, get out of its reach,
But it’s after me just like a dog that’s off its leash.
I know these things have fucked you up inside
But I’ll be here, because I know you need me at your side.
Sometimes I see how far down you really seem to be
It hurts because I don’t know if you’re already on your knees,
You barely show your inner pain
About the things that took you down the drain.
Alle Rechte an diesem Beitrag liegen beim Autoren. Der Beitrag wurde auf e-Stories.org vom Autor eingeschickt Louise Grätz.
Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 27.01.2010.
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