Speaking to Deaf Ears
The monsters under my bed have climbed inside my head.
And the scars that litter my skin,
Remind me that I won’t ever win,
In this secret war trapped within.
My dear, where do I begin?
Explaining is useless, I’m afraid I’ve gone off the rails,
We all know I’ll never make it and live to tell the tale.
The voices inside my head are slowly eating my alive,
Tearing me to shreds, beating up my insides.
I want to tell you, I want to explain,
I want you to know what goes on inside my brain.
But you don’t listen.
I reach for a hand when no one’s there,
I look for a hug when there is just air.
All I ever wanted was a shoulder, a listening ear,
I just wanted someone to listen; I just wanted someone to hear.
The silence is killing me, is it killing you?
Suffocating under the darkness, you don’t know what to do.
Things get difficult, they go astray,
And what do you do? You for sure don’t stay.
You leave, just as every other has done,
Never to be seen again, you said you’d be the one
The one to stand by my side, but I guess you lied.
I want to find a way to reach you, to make you understand,
That this isn’t some passing feeling, this is more that I can withstand,
On my own, always on my own,
I’m tired of having to deal with this all alone.
But you won’t listen.
I reach for a hand when no one’s there,
I look for a hug when there is just air.
All I ever wanted was a shoulder, a listening ear,
I just wanted someone to listen; I just wanted someone to hear.
I’m speaking, but to you it’s just talk.
You’re looking right at me, trying not to gawk.
Are you listening? Do you now see?
Or are you not looking hard enough to discover the real me?
If a picture speaks better than words,
How come it looks as if you have never heard
Anything I’ve ever said to you?
This canvas in my mind is torn and shattered, without so much as a reason or a rhyme.
The clock is ticking, you’re running out of time,
Will you ever listen to me?
I’m drowning in this silence you’ve sentenced us to endure,
I’m not sure I can take much more
I’ve been told there is nothing more peaceful than a death at sea,
Won’t you come and rescue me?
I reach for a hand when no one’s there,
I look for a hug when there is just air.
All I ever wanted was a shoulder, a listening ear,
I just wanted someone to listen; I just wanted someone to hear.
I’m speaking, but to you it’s just talk.
You’re looking right at me, trying not to gawk.
Are you listening? Do you now see?
Or are you not looking hard enough to discover the real me?
And the scars that litter my skin,
Remind me that I won’t ever win,
In this secret war trapped within.
My dear, where do I begin?
Explaining is useless, I’m afraid I’ve gone off the rails,
We all know I’ll never make it and live to tell the tale.
The voices inside my head are slowly eating my alive,
Tearing me to shreds, beating up my insides.
I want to tell you, I want to explain,
I want you to know what goes on inside my brain.
But you don’t listen.
I reach for a hand when no one’s there,
I look for a hug when there is just air.
All I ever wanted was a shoulder, a listening ear,
I just wanted someone to listen; I just wanted someone to hear.
The silence is killing me, is it killing you?
Suffocating under the darkness, you don’t know what to do.
Things get difficult, they go astray,
And what do you do? You for sure don’t stay.
You leave, just as every other has done,
Never to be seen again, you said you’d be the one
The one to stand by my side, but I guess you lied.
I want to find a way to reach you, to make you understand,
That this isn’t some passing feeling, this is more that I can withstand,
On my own, always on my own,
I’m tired of having to deal with this all alone.
But you won’t listen.
I reach for a hand when no one’s there,
I look for a hug when there is just air.
All I ever wanted was a shoulder, a listening ear,
I just wanted someone to listen; I just wanted someone to hear.
I’m speaking, but to you it’s just talk.
You’re looking right at me, trying not to gawk.
Are you listening? Do you now see?
Or are you not looking hard enough to discover the real me?
If a picture speaks better than words,
How come it looks as if you have never heard
Anything I’ve ever said to you?
This canvas in my mind is torn and shattered, without so much as a reason or a rhyme.
The clock is ticking, you’re running out of time,
Will you ever listen to me?
I’m drowning in this silence you’ve sentenced us to endure,
I’m not sure I can take much more
I’ve been told there is nothing more peaceful than a death at sea,
Won’t you come and rescue me?
I reach for a hand when no one’s there,
I look for a hug when there is just air.
All I ever wanted was a shoulder, a listening ear,
I just wanted someone to listen; I just wanted someone to hear.
I’m speaking, but to you it’s just talk.
You’re looking right at me, trying not to gawk.
Are you listening? Do you now see?
Or are you not looking hard enough to discover the real me?