Good listener

Let's mend that crack on your smile, love
It doesn't need to be broken
Your weary eyes and your arms with scars
Speak words of stories unspoken

An alcoholic, a beater, my dad was his name
And he hurt my mom in so many ways
And he fought everyone, including himself
in the end, you know, he ended up dead

My mom, the liar, she shattered my trust
I never believed she could do this at first
She left us for good at my age of fifteen
Not a glimpse of her face since then we have seen

You listen with care, you don't say a word
You soak in all the things you have heard
You then hold my hand, and softly you say
It'll be okay, it'll be okay

You say
Let's mend that crack on your smile, love
It doesn't need to be broken
Your weary eyes and your arms with scars
Speak words of stories unspoken

I wondered if something were wrong with me
Why do people I love always tend to leave?
I figured the problem here lies with myself
I want to be dead, I want to be dead

An unlovable creature, and cursed to the soul
I know that I will always be alone
That's not true , you say, "I'll be here to stay."
I don't even know what to believe

Let's mend that crack on your smile. love
Just like it never was broken
Let's ignite your eyes and heal your scars
Let's tell those stories unspoken

There is no crack on your smile, love
It seems like it never was broken
What weary eyes? What arms with scars?
Your story has finally been spoken