I sit across from you, watching as you stare
At an unknown place beyond my face, your thoughts arriving there
I am a prisoner of your silence, and you the same of me
No words can ease the blade of pain, the tears I only see
That stream down from those lonely eyes, the sadness that must be.
I’ve broken your trust again my love, but words won’t fix the stage,
If you would only raise your voice and let go, some pent up rage.
We sit here playing the same old tune, our dance with so much sorrow.
But I promise you, with a solemn oath,
That I’ll quit drinking tomorrow.
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