That's What it Is
You know what it is
Why I dont touch the flame
I used to feel
Cause I knew if I felt too much
If the pain became too real
You would be there to pick up the pieces.
But how could I know that Id fall apart one too many times
How could I know that you would be one of the pieces
That fell away from me.
You know why I dont cry
Because theres no one here to dry my tears
I cried too much
And you became another teardrop that fell
Silent on deaf ears
Ive been silent now all of these years.
You know why I dont write anymore
Because theres no one to read the words
When I wrote I wrote too much
But theres no one left to read the words
I wrote when I wrote about you.
Thats what it is
Thats why my pen fell silent
Thats why my tears dried up
Thats why I dont feel anymore
Thats what it is
Thats what it is
October 24, 2007
