My love... your heart is closed to mine
I'm hoping I wont' lie
I'll listen now, I'm hoping I can be the guide
It's so alive I saw her cry for all the lies..
Homes are empty here, it's important to be one of them
A lie... a lie, having them open your eyes
I lie and I don't know why I have to be here except to hold you
I won't lie, I said a lie...
I want to be liked, I love to be right
I love feeling high from the dark
And you don't know why;
Why you drink so much and you talk so much
Why you feel the way you feel
And it's a lie you're living
Why must I sit here as you walk away?
If I could help you....
O I wonder why it's all right what she said to me tonight
I feel like I don't want to see you before you die
a man's wife has cancer. she will die. she will die soon.
they both know this but neither will speak of it. the subject is skirted around. their life together is a facade.
they make plans for the future that will never come. they talk about a family and travels that will take place once she is better.
inside of them both they hate the lie. each feels trapped in their selves.
part of him wants to keep it up but the other cries and begs to see one last glimpse of the real her. even if it means facing death.
she dies a little more every day when she thinks of dying without really talking to him about her impending demise.
without opening herself entirely to her death she will never connect to him any more and they will live in this continual half-life until he is alone.
one way or another we all die.
are you terrified of it?
does it have it's claws in you and do the smoke and the mirrors fool you?
or is it beautiful to you?
have you looked it in the face and saw truth.. love.. wonder?
do you want to?