I hold the silence in my hand
while I keep the madness in my heart.
The more I speak up and let myself
address the pain, I feel weaker.
I’ve bent over and backwards
to see it all through.
It’s my mistake and so is yours
so can I have the peace?
I’ve been waiting.
Have I wasted my life on a dream
that I can not touch?
I’ve fought and surrendered.
I’ve accepted the shortcomings
you and I can never bury.
We’re running blindly
to a wall and soon we’ll crash.
Let me see how broken I’ve become
then maybe, I can finally let go of your hand.
