Scissors

Open up my eyes
And make me see
When you look into my eyes
Are you thinking of me?
Or is she on your mind,
Like she's in your dreams.
Are you just here
To tear me at the seams
Ripping a perfectly sewn in piece
Off the edges of my heart
To lie it on the floor
And walk right out the door
Im going to sit on my piano bench
And play your song
Each key as a reminder
Of what you'll never be
Step on the peddles
To draw out your sound
Like a moan,
Or a song of hope.
Then, the song ends,
And you're already gone.
Fear of what I see in you
As if you never knew

I knew.