You know of the silence that follows me,
(I've spoken when I've dreamed.)
The battles that stick around long after they end.
And this hopeless part of me will never learn.
I'm still struggling with the world to win.

I give it all: heart, words, hands
And you throw them back with a bitter glance.
That's the pain I remember when the moment fades.
To this nowhere I am clinging.
Loving, expecting, dreaming.

I've hung my heart on the blackness
For your eyes to wander over,
But the red just stands there screaming:
A target to your ever-growing cruelty.
The numbness doesn't stay with me,
But fights for a moment and fails
And you take over.

By then, I've given in to the heaviness of your touch,
The thought of your lips speaking volumes on my own,
The imagination that sweeps through my body
The moments I will never hold.

So when do I grow tired of trusting only to be hurt?
When do I turn gray through the faith?
The futures always promises love and laughter,
Hands pressed into each other,
But the present overwhelms.

The present is all that I can live in.