Do you understand all the voices in your head?
I don't, but I can't choose not to hear,
They whisper louder than my mind,
Deafening me to the present
You ask me that I don't understand,
Maybe I don't, but am I understood?
While I embrace you for everything you are scared of,
You judge me for every fall that I take!
Maybe I don't understand, I wish I did
I would have found out why I annoy you so much
Why your mornings with me are with a frown
While your smiles hardly seem to face me
You embrace me in the night,
And push me away in the morning,
You scold me when you come home
And fight whenever you leave
At times you say that you love me
And at times that you don't know
At times I sit buried six feet under
Figuring rights from wrongs
Love is but hope, of all good things
Your big brown eyes, and your wavy hair,
Your wheatish skin over all my sins
And I hold on, I know nowhere else
Is love a confusion?
A state of anticipation?
When your chest pounds of anxiety
And your face burns with fear?
I will choose the former if you let me
If you hold me once again, say that you trust me!
And say that you believe, we will go through,
And I will love you like I always have.