Please, please, try to understand,
Difficult for me to show you my hands,
Fearing that you will not see the scars,
Tears in my eyes, gleaming like stars,
Both disappear as the sun rises again.
Hand fell into the pan as I flew off the handle,
Impossible to heal, trying to light a frozen candle,
Will never succeed, instead will always fail,
A castle constructed with well-rusted nails,
Appearing strong, in reality, a house of cards.
Stare straight into my eyes, brave one,
See these things I've said and done,
See the shame, the pride, the perceived modesty,
Look past that and find the fear of honesty,
This castle has a pure basis of lies.
The lies from those whom I've destroyed,
Have built this place completely devoid,
Of windows, doors, or even a gate,
But I refuse to resign myself to the fate,
That it shall fall like a house of cards.
Take my poisoned truth and keep it alive,
Just waiting for my second wind to arrive,
Wishing that you'd show me truth's not a ghost,
Just because I am less trusting than most,
Is that enough reason to break this glass heart,
To prove to me what I have known from the start,
That melding with me would tear anyone apart?
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