I was up late one night and the words kept poking me, so I sat down and wrote this. |
Empathetic, I'll listen To your pains and your cries. They'll poke at my tears, 'Til they leak out my eyes. And once you're asleep, I'll stay up and pray That God may protect you While I am away. Give me your sore heart, I'll give you my good one. May not be much, but At least it's still beating. Your heart is in pieces, And they stab at my lungs But don't worry about it Take mine and run. The sun wakes and protects you. Pain's afraid of the light. I realize now that I'll never shine quite that bright. I'm dulled and I'm scarred, But I'll fight to the death If it means you can have This weight off your chest. Night comes again And we're back to square one. While others aren't conscious, In their dreams, having fun. But keep talking, I'll listen For as long as it takes Don't ever say sorry We all make mistakes. I'd take your troubles You know that I would But then what would you learn? Scars can be good. I'm sorry, my darling, You have to be strong. Just hold on a bit longer Soon the pain will be gone. I can't solve your problems I can't fight your fears All I can do now is listen And shed half your tears. It kills me to say this, But you're killing me. Take your broken heart back, So that my lungs can breathe. I know that I failed you, As protector and friend. Maybe I'll be better When this happens again. Your heart scarred my ribcage I hope mine soothed yours. Because at the end of the day What else are friends for? |