Is it me that sees the world like this, or is there really something wrong?
Should I be laughing when I'm crying, or am I upside down?
Are your shouts just words of love, said very very loud?
When I whisper, am I shouting for you to come to me?
Am I really me, or am I just another woman?
Do you lie awake, because of love, or because I'm a burden?
When I speak to you do you hear, or am I just a noise?
Do you see this pain, or am I alone in this war?
Can I help, or is it all a worthless drawn out waste?
Can you and I unshape this past, and make it something new?
Or do we have to put up with it, and let it shape us instead?
Please, let us open up so we're not both shut out a door.
