When Anger Shows
It creeps all over you like a dull acheThink of all the things your hands could makeIt pulls you to the ground like soaking wet clothesThe change in your face when anger shows
In that moment you realiseThat something you thought would always be there will dieLike everything else
These thoughts I must not think ofDreams I cant make sense ofI need you to tell me its okThese thoughts I must not think ofDreams I cant make sense ofI need you to tell me its ok
You are a sleeping lion in your bedI will not wake youYou're the momentLove has passedWe all must learn to hate youYou're a memory from beforePlease don't let me forget youYou're the wolves at my door
In that moment you realiseThat something you thought would always be there will dieLike everything else
These thoughts I must not think ofDreams I cant make sense ofI need you to tell me its okThese thoughts I must not think ofDreams I cant make sense ofI need you to tell me its ok
How can you know what things are worthIf your hands wont move to do a days work?How can you know what things are worthIf your hands wont move to do a days work?How can you know what things are worthIf your hands wont move to do a days work?How can you know what things are worthIf your hands wont move to do a days work?How can you know what things are worthIf your hands wont move to do a days work?How can you know what things are worthIf your hands wont move to do a days work?How can you know...
These thoughts I must not think ofDreams I cant make sense ofI need you to tell me its okThese thoughts I must not think ofDreams I cant make sense ofI need you to tell me its ok