can you hear me calling out your sweet name
the desperate pleas of a man insane
standing alone face upturned in the rain
cheeks flushed crimson, a curtain of pure shame
just a shell of a man taking the blame
do you look out your window in disdain
ignoring the soft cries choking with pain assuming it is a part of a game

it isn’t i promise, to you my love
what words do i need, to prove honesty
how can i prove the things i utter true
if you’ll just listen, swear to god above
the things that i whisper come painfully
but in simplest form, mean i love you