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Tears In Our Hands (11//22/2007)

He sits with his hands pressed tight to his face
Tears giving chase and they’re mixed in disgrace
He hates all the change that will never take place
The road’s paved in shame, so bitter to taste
Misplaced and lost in those decisions he made
He knows they were right, but they’re far from okay
He holds out his hands and screams as he prays
Is there someone to listen on this very day?
They say that the good is all that we fight for
But it seems like a game, you must pick the right door
These days that we die for, the people we cry for
And the smiles we fake for the people we lie for
Nothing is worth it, it’s just too much to bear
A cavernous chest is all he has to share
The pleasure is gone, no hope in his stare
So he cries in his hands cause they’re already there

She thinks of the words that he whispered her
It all seemed so real when he listened to her
But this kiss is a blur cause he’s missing to her
Another one lost in this mission of hurt
And it hits on her nerves and crushes her spirit
They all seem the same, she knows it and fears it
She sings it away where nobody can hear it
Her mind is a canvas, but she can not clear it
So, she cries in her hands, the tears flood her palms
The droplets of pain in the absence of calm
She’ll cry it away and then pray that it’s gone
And dry up her hands and say that she’s strong

Notes: I’ve taken inspiration from the lives of people I know and my own life, but it’s meant to be a broader description of the burdens people carry.

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