He cries at night.
He thinks no one can hear him, but I do.
He thinks he has to be strong for me, but he doesn't
I'm not a child anymore
Sometimes I want to sake him
Hit him
Make him wake from his fog
He sits in a haze of self doubt and I can see it
I can see it clear as day.
I want to take his pain away
I want him to not try to carry the burden alone
To know that it's okay to lean on me some times
But he never would
And so I sit here
In this old motel room in Shitsvill USA and listen to it
The tear of a broken man
He's lost
He's drowning
And I don't know if I can save him
I don't know if he's still inside the messed up head of his
And to be honest
I don't think I want to
So I'll sit here
And listen
To the only person who ever cared for me
Die inside
And learn to not care so much anymore
So that maybe one day
I'll be strong enough to
Help him