Staring with those blank eyes;
my blank eyes
as i sit there in silence with you.
your eyes full of some sort of feeling
i can't come to word
because i haven't dealt with that kind of thing before.
as i sit there telling you my problems
i feel nothing but emptiness of all that i can say.
times when my insides cringe
and my insides ache
words can flow out of me
like it all spills over the edge.
yet when you're there with me,
everything seems so far away.
but still here,
cause you're opening up that box of the past
that i had tried to leave behind.
running from my past won't work,
cause you want to know it all.
past, present, and future.
so here i am,
you opened up the box from the past.
what are you gonna do with it now?
