I had on nothing that day
But wearing my heart on my sleeve
And trying my best
Not to think
Emotionless and pale
With grand ideas
You comforted me
And said without words
Things I longed to hear
And tearing down walls
All these walls of fear
I boast about things
But never about love
Trying to hide the disregard
And vulgar phrases
That I only think
No one wants to hear
The poor weep
I follow my shadow
It never follows me
Do I dare even speak?
When nowadays everyone comes clean
But never me
Never ending
Never me.
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