The Seamstress
Would you know if I was crying inside?
Would you see all the tomrent,
curled up and terrified?
Could you open your eyes to my design
Or would you turn your head and deny
All the pain I have stored up in my heart?
It seems each time I try to mend
you just rip it apart
All the seams have grown weary
Insides coming out again
And I'm growing ut fo this rawhide skin
(chorus)
I want to tear you apart
The same as you've done to me
I want all the hurt to stop
Because I'm sick and tired of hurting
I wish I could tell you everything
And just make amends
But there's a thousand needles before me
and I've only two hands
I only have two hands
There are times I feel I'm healing
Then I hear your voice
And I'm falling down that same old hill
I'd swear I never should have forgiven you
Trusted your kindess
But I did
Still I'm reaching out for your love
Holding onto hope, regardless of what it's made of
I'm grasping at strings, mocking me in the wind
I'm losing my nerve, I'm so tired of giving
(chorus)
second ending
Won't you lend me your hands?
Why won;t you lend me your hands?
Please lend me your hands
Tell me the warmth will surround us again
A blanket to comfort
To feel safe in
Please don't tell me this is the end
I don't want this to be the end
But I only have two hands
copyright 2003 - Dawn E. Mitchell
wow...
*sigh*
wrong sort of muse...rather like a parasite, that way.
Re: wow...
Date: 2003-01-07 03:30 pm (UTC)just so you know.
As a bonus
As for the muse being a parasite... nahhh she is just having a hard day.Or maybe you got Tradegy , she has been known not to be in a good mood.