When you tap my shoulder and I move aside
Yes, a fragment of ache will surely reside
The toughest of wars dawns on the inside
And to halt in the bottomless, better stray by the seaside.
I’ll come to thrust you away and hide behind the back
Sometimes the soul gets tired, it’s far from an attack
It exists good and bad in this sorrow, but sometimes it wins the black
Those times when even crying, isn’t worth jack.
When I slap away your hand, rather confiding on a sheet
Those tears will wipe away the ink, that stucks between my teeth
I’d rather save you from this heat, that drags underneath my feet
The swelter that crushes me, with a hefty feeling of defeat.
There are days the soul is drained, feeling ever so weak
It lugs and tugs a twinge of madness, making it hard to speak
With results unpredictable as the tomorrow, when it reaches to its peak
Whatever, whoever surrounds it, it’s bound to along with it break.
So, when I turn the other cheek, to hide from you my torment
Remember yourself if I can’t, that it’s nothing but a passing moment
When words fail to reveal, let yourself wide-eyed open and see
That I’m asking for your forgiveness, because this melancholy is not me.