You're hiding from me now There's something in the way that you're talking The words don't sound right But I hear them all moving inside you Know I'll be waiting when you call Hey, whenever I fall at your feet Won't you let your tears rain down on me? Whenever I touch your slow turning pain The finger of blame has turned upon itself And I'm more than willing to offer myself Do you want my presence or need my help? Who knows where that might lead   2

deathbybook 15 Aug 2014