Behind My Eyes
Look into these glassy eyes
And try to see this gloomy sight
A picture of my damaged life
Travel past my eyes to my mind
& try to read these thoughts of mine
And then you wont ask if im fine
Worries pass with time
And you dont care
These thoughts they stay
And your not there
You go you stray
You think it's hard to handle me
Hard for you, its hard for me
Maybe if you hear what i hear
You'll feel my fear
You'll share my terror
Know my pain, relate the horror or
It wont phase you
Either way you are not me
Is it possible to speak how i speak
To state the words that come to me
And we could relate
We could communicate
But the twisted words
They take their form
And turn then to defy me
But maybe if you felt what i felt
Been where Ive been
Smelt what Ive smelt
Stepped where Ive stepped
Knelt where Ive knelt
Prayed what Ive prayed
And helped when it helped
You could say
you've treaded my path
Walked in my shoes
And had what i have
The thing is you can't read my mind
Cant see in my eyes if im fine
You refuse to hear the lies
And couldnt walk a straight line
behind me if it was drawn by a hand
of mine
You couldnt feel what i feel
Dont dare to reach out and touch
the broken pieces of a shredded soul
My ordeal is too real, too much
I understand you dont understand
I get that you dont know
The things i hide behind my eyes
The pain I just wont show
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