Speak

[Autumn]
I'm sitting across the room staring at her.
That weird girl, no one talks to her really.
But I wouldn't mind a conversation.
She's quiet, and never ever speaks.
While everyone wonders if she's a psycho;
I wonder what her voice sounds like.
And why those eyes look so pained.
People talk about her all the time.
I guess she ruined a party or something.
They all say she looks like a trainwreck.
....Well I think she looks perfect.

[Winter]
I sit next to her in social studies.
She never talks.
Never a word to anyone.
Her eyes seem emptier now.
I wonder if she's losing herself.
All day, she just stares at the desk.
If a teacher asks her something, shes mute.
Whatever happened over the summer changed her.
I'm determined to find out what it was.
Her hairs a mess, she wears no make up.
But she's still beautiful.

[Spring]
There's a color to her cheeks now.
And she's actually talking to me these days.
Her voice sounds pretty, like shes some sort of siren.
And her eyes have more light.
I ask her why she likes to be alone.
She tells me no one can hurt her this way.
I took her hand, it was cold compared to mine.
It took her by surprise and scared her at first.
But she smiled for the first time and took me by surprise.
She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered "Thank you."
She's broken, she's hurting, she's lost.
But she's beautiful and infinite in my eyes.

[Summer]
She asked me to drive her somewhere today.
It was a house, and there was a more secluded spot by it.
She told me what had happened to her here.
The way he had taken something so precious to her.
His hands grabbed, and he touched, and took.
Even though she cried out for him to stop, punched, kicked.
My hands gripped the steering wheel, so I couldn't punch anything.
I wanted to wring his neck and beat the crap out of him.
But instead I grabbed her face and kissed her as hard as I could.
I kissed her to make it all go away, her pain, her anger, him.
We both pulled away at the same time, eyes open, staring.
And we stayed that way for a minute, maybe an hour.
Then she smiled; the wonderful blush creeping up and said:
"I love you too."
She's all mine, she's perfect and she's beautiful.
But then again, she always has been.

The wall.

So I guess I understand what a writers wall looks like now.
Except it looks like its trying to land its way between me and you.
You don't want to be open; And you're quite scared of me.
I wish on every star I've known and seen that you wouldn't be.
But this wall is losing its bricks, because I won't let it stay.
I want to be the one who breaks down all your walls, the way you've broken mine.



Let me in, babe. We can do it. It's me and you.
I love you.



I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know that I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
Believe that I can change
I'll keep us together whatever it takes

She said "If we're gonna make this work
You gotta let me inside even though it hurts
Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"
She said "Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be
You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"