Lyal Strickland Pens And Needles
Tonight was the first time
That I saw you through another’s eyes
I lied I cried
Buried my most sacred ties
What if I let it fly free?
What kind of suicide would that be?
This one’s words are kind
But what if she finds another lover
In the back of my mind?
Where do we go from there?
Should she even care?
You stopped half way through
I’m sure to you it was enough to do
To show me how to feel
But you stopped short of showing me how to heal
Skins broken wounds open
Bodys coping and
I’m pens and needles for you
Yes, I’m pens and needles for you
Tonight was the first time
That I saw you through another’s eyes
I lied I cried
Buried my most sacred ties
When does a cry for change
Become a scream for help?
When the wick is burning
do you wait for the wax to melt?
You stopped half way through
I’m sure to you it was enough to do
To show me how to feel
But you stopped short of showing me how to heal
Skins broken wounds open
Bodys coping and
I’m pens and needles for you
Yes, I’m pens and needles for you
