I feel like everything we go through prolongs the facts.
We've come too far in our relationship to turn it back.
It's the little things we can't mention, that escape our reach.
I feel like school is out of session, but I still can teach.
If you allow me to console you, the way things used to be.
Then I would show you how It touches you, by touching me.
All the scars I keep are mental. I can only sleep.
When I can feel your body's heat, is it only me?
My mental anguish calls for answers, but you refuse all my questions.
Tell me am I out of line if I keep stressing your blessings.
Still it's only me that feels this like the wind in my ear.
Is it you or me that's calling do you bother to hear?