With Your Word
Never try to sort it,
Hoping maybe that things
Will be forgotten tomorrow.
But what if they aren't?
Every distrust
Is counted,
Accumulated,
Making me cry,
Reflecting my pain within
A single drop.
Why do you call me friend,
When you don't confide In me.
My jaw aches, my eyes are sore
You don't see me as I see you,
A perfect reflection in my
Imperfect eyes.
I keep repeating this message,
"One word from you and
I'll let you go."