Maybe I was asleep when my dreams woke up…
Maybe I’m dense I am I believe that, too now…
Maybe I choose to hear the lie over the truth…
You said you’d tell me but you told differently…

Maybe I’m hanging by the line but does she know
I hold your fears in my hand and I took care of them for you-
only to be left with much more fear than I can handle…
We promised I will not open my wounds out for others to see
that much I asked of you…spare me the anger and pain of letting others see what only you were allowed to see and feel.
And hear…and know.
I took away your doubts don’t give me mine that would not be fair…
You lie to the second skin you cannot rip off…