Every time I look at you
Blinded do I seem
How can understand
How can I believe

You tell me things I once knew
Or thought I did
You tell me things that seem new
But I am not a kid

I have heard such things before
Heard them said and promised on
And when my heart is still sore
You tell me I am wrong

How can I know what to think
What to feel, hear, know
How can I know what to do
When all I know I can not show

When will it be all right
When will the pain end
Do I just deal with this night
Or should I relive it again

Pain builds character
I thought I had enough
I now know there is no such thing
It is all just too tough

Love is a gift
Of pleasure, pain, and sacrifice
The prophets and poets say it is wise
I don't know if it is worth the price

You tell me you love me
I have heard that before
I know you are different
But is there any more?

I am the healer
The prophet, saint, knight and protector
I am he who is jaded
Are you my jailer??

Why should anything be different
I did nothing to change it
Why have I been so gifted
When all I can do break it

Who am I now?
Have I changed?
Why are you here WITH me?
I think you must be deranged.

Your gift is something I don't deserve.
I don't know how to take it.
Your devotion is something I don't know.
All I've known would break it.

What are you doing?
What keeps you here?
Why is it you cry?
Does joy or pain bring the tear?

I am afraid I am not worthy
Of your gift, love, or time
What can I give in return?
Can I cleanse this soul of mine?

Do you know what doubt is?
I never did
But now I think it is ingrained in me
In everything I ever did