it's hard when it's your fault .
it's hard when you know you brought this onto yourself .
it's hard when you can't hold back
the love
the tears
they're the same, love and tears
both are constantly pouring out of your soul .
you turn the tears to ink
and the soul is now black .
you make the love silver
and now your soul is steel .
you know the wounds will never heal
so what now ?
your eyes don't blink
and your smile remains the same .
you show it to few, the few you know
will not make you bow your head in shame .
