I never found the words to speak on
in the silence, when the morning comes.
And the girl with the brash behavior,
she's got her own life. I can't save her.
Can't change her. Won't get in the way.
I still burn like paper.
"You novice...you faker," she sighed.
I can't seem to keep you talking; Lay down your arms and use your words.
You know the world ain't watching. For all your rage, it's all the same.
And I guess I could lie, if it eases your mind,
but that won't change the way I feel inside.
This may seem real to one while the other's afraid;
One may walk away, though one has stayed.
And you might bleed anyway, though I mean you no harm,
but I cannot take it on.
She's made of dust and ashes her lover's breath, the setting sun.
And as the moment passes, the lights go out, the day is done.
And I guess I could lie, if it eases your mind,
but that won't change the way I feel inside.
This may seem real to one while the other's afraid;
One may walk away, though one has stayed.
And you might bleed anyway, though I mean you no harm,
but I cannot take it on.
No matter what is written in the words of a song;
No matter who is rambling and carrying on.
The door is closing. I'll hold it open, but I cannot take it on.
These days are wasted numbers she rifles through with tired eyes.
She cries and wails and slumbers, like one who fails but never tries.
And I guess I could lie, if it eases your mind,
but that won't change the way I feel inside.
This may seem real to one while the other's afraid;
One may walk away, though one has stayed.
And you might bleed anyway, though I mean you no harm,
but I cannot take it on.
(c) 2016 Ryan David Orr/Everybody Everywhere Music (ASCAP)
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