a tortured look from across the room would never cut through your thick skin...to watch your retreat with such deft execution like it’s been planned again and again...it would cut much deeper than you would know...no need to search for explanation and watch as you make the same mistakes...this situation that we’ve both made has left us as empty as we are today...to watch as the house we made crumbles down and realize there’s no one to help around...and no words would...and no words would do...you weren’t the one to make it your own...to work for it...to suffer it...no fleeting thoughts of redemption...so, don’t even try to say you were there...I tried to make it right all on my own...to watch as the house we made crumbles down and realize there’s no one to help around...and no words would...and no words would do