I listen and I listen and I listen-
To your sorrows and pain-
the endlessness that traps you-
the two connected by a chain.
I listen and I listen and I listen-
but I do not say-
that I feel exactly the same way.
That chain holds my tongue-
words lodged in my throat.
Camouflaging everything I feel-
Into a mask-
A face in the mirror-
A face I do not recognize.
The chain holds my tongue-
But not my eyes-
Those baby blues, flicker sorrow.
I listen and I listen and I listen-
But you do not, and I don't speak any longer-
And you say you can not live without me.
Yet I cannot say the same to you-
Without everything erupting from every surface-
The fire of my feelings combusting-
Turning you and your beautiful heart to ash-
For your heart is not like mine-
Forged of stone, no yours-
Beautiful and fragile, could never be touched-
By me, by the pain of my soul.
I listen and I listen and I listen-
To you, to allow you some freeing feeling-
A free feeling that I won't feel.
