She looks at you feigning smiles
through red raw lips and streaming eyes.
A dull dark streak betrays her glow
a cracked voice says more than you know.
I can’t tell who I am today
but maybe that’s a story
with heroes and villains
and a land to save from us all.
Watch her movements as she speaks
with your hand on the wheel and
swerving as your brakes are failing
don’t let your emotions fade away.
She can’t see who I am today
and maybe that’s a story
chock full of villains
and no screaming heroes.
Is this love or is this pain?
I think they’re just alike.
How can I know that what I feel
is common to our souls?
I don’t know who they are today
yet I know it’s a story
with the right heroes
and we’re all villains.
Staring at her straight through
not backing down nor shattered.
Is this how our story ends?
One slip and I’m crashing.
She doesn’t care who we are today
it’s just another story
where the broken pieces discarded
betrayed our own identities.