Damage
In a room by myself, I stare at the walls,
Not wanting to talk when anyone calls.
I hear you walk in; you sit by my side.
You tell me to talk, and not to hide.
I say, "Nothing's wrong; just leave me alone."
I turn from tears to solid stone.
He says...
"You're so impossible; you let yourself drown.
Just let it go; put the Damage down."
At times, so cold, you know not to touch.
It's hard to show that I love you so much.
I build a wall you can't climb over.
You have no luck with a two-leaf-clover
That's been torn from the petals and can't seem to grow.
At times, frozen solid by emotional snow.
He says...
"Let me make you laugh; let me be your clown.
It won't be that hard once you put the Damage down."
He buys me a dress that, rejected, it lies.
When the blizzard heads in, it always stays.
He gives me more love than I can intake.
My heart, in deep sleep, is starting to wake.
I put the dress on and spray some perfume.
And I start to smile as I enter the room.
He says...
"An Angel's face that corrected the frown.
You sure look pretty-when you put the Damage down."
