Give me the sadness, I need something tangible.
The floor has been ripped up by their smiles.
Your ears are speaking bitter words,
Into the comforting thoughts of denial.
Well everyone wants to be the better man,
Hide the pain, hide the honesty;
Let them remember you for who you were not.
May they forgive what they eyes cannot see.
I could see the beauty in your imperfection.
In the day, I wasn't permitted near.
You'd only speak me your soul at 2am,
When the rest of the world couldn't hear.
And then you'd breathe those lonely words,
The short, sharp stab of lost pride.
But in the morning you are a different man.
Walking through life with a thorn in your side.
