So the story was told to me with patience.
Oblivious to your eyes as I lay in silence.
If memory serves me right… you’re unkind,
impatient,
but then again just who am I to describe the
failings of a lesser being.
Now just one innocent lie (while the world is fading)
won’t comfort this little child of mine.
How then on the day that you lied I could see it in the whites of your eyes?
I’ve waited in silence for half of my life.
Dreams of an unforgiving mind, childlike in nature.
What a perfect place to hide from you (into what I call 'memory').
Now just one innocent lie (while the world is fading)
won’t comfort this little child of mine.
How then on the day that you lied I could see it in the whites of your eyes?
I’ve waited in silence for half of my life.
Now just one innocent lie (while the world is fading)
won’t comfort this little child inside.
How then on the day that you lied I could see it in your goddamn red eyes?
I’ve waited in silence… I’ve waited in silence…