You are nothing, if not mindful
Of the fact that I was put here
To suffer at the hands of all
Who say they've ever cared.
And honestly, I wonder
If it ends, how I will act when
I turn to greet my enemies
And find that no one's there.
It's not enough to hate me,
From a distance safe to hurt me
And walk away, and leave me;
Just a broken, angry doll.
You have to get much closer,
Make me think that something's changed here.
Make me one more time feel purpose,
Make me want to live at all.
Would it be better
To give into pure pleasure;
The kind of love I only dream
That I could ever know?
Would it make me dizzy
If life could be easy,
Or would I hold on
And just never let go?
I trust you so simply when
You say that you are different
Than all of those people
Who've hurt me before.
So why is it that as you
Hold out your hand to me
And lead me to life's thresholds,
You laugh at me,
And slam the door?
It's not enough to want me
From a distance safe to hunt me,
And walk away and leave me;
Never knowing you were there.
You have to get much closer,
Make me think this time is different.
Make me wish that I had known you
When I had something to share.
