Your words get louder,
my heart retreats from your touch
His words were slow,
His touch, still warm.
And as he lit his smoke,
his hands still shook.
His smile hasn't been shining today,
life's thrown him a curve ball,
and he just can't quite hit it.
He can't find the words for what's wrong.
Still he blames himself for the sadness in her eyes.
If something happens again and again,
you expect it, almost want it to happen.
Lies leading to broken hearts, or words leading to bloody tears,
Even if it's bad, it's familiar,
it's a dark cloud of comfort in a sunshine you can't dance in
Don't break it, hold it gently,
My heart, held in your hands
Is she mad, is she sad?
He just can't quite tell.
"You're an angel," he said,
"My angel in this hell.</i>
Hold me, don't Let Go
It's Hurts But you don't See It
Hold out your hand, to Help me up,