To David

I stand at the bull'seye
And you throw knives at me.
Over your shoulder wide and high
With your back turned my way,
So you can't see my eyes
Or the tears I cry for you.
The daggers pierce my heart
Yet here I'm standing still
Waiting for you to assess the damage
And tell me if I've been punished enough
For simply loving you.

I stand here eyes wide open
After reality's last bite.
I bleed because you bleed,
Yet even as you walk away
You can gaze into my eyes
But you'll never see the tears,
And the tantrums you throw,
Or the curse that you lay
So lovingly upon me,
Won't tell me if I've been punished enough
For simply loving you.