Friday, September 5, 2008

Your bleeding hands

It's not that I don't care
When your hair is out of place
Or when you cry in your sleep
I never was too eager
To say something cheap
And lie to your face
That everything's gonna be okay
Material I can give
Happiness that's what I pray
For you
I never was unsincere
Do you remember the time
I laid my hand on your bleeding hands?
And sealed it with compassion of a friend
Think of the times I spent
Hours of cans
I was there
When you needed me...
So don't question
Don't play judging
Because I never asked for your compassion
Not once...
You can despise
You can pull a face
I don't care
Because YOU never did lay
Your hand on my bleeding hands...


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