Since we crossed paths on this lonely road,
I’ve given you my last tissue,
And the similarities between us begin to unfold.
It seems you feel trust is owed,
But your actions make me second guess if your last guy was really the issue.
I believe in you.
Yet at times I feel that to you I just exist.
In the midst of all the controversy,
In the mist of all the broken stories,
I insist that one day you’ll open up to me.
I pick up the broken pieces though,
And can tell you’ve had it rough.
Am I not allowed to draw conclusions,
Since you show little emotion except being tough?
Is my time not enough?
My open mind not enough?
This open book of mine not enough?
Will you please just open up?
Before I give you back your broken pieces,
Mine are heavy as it is.
Written By: Matthew Taylor