mourn the broken lives as i mourn the wasted years
mourn the dreams i put up on the shelf
candling in the sorrow as i’m counting in the tears
thinking i had only hurt myself
but friends here and my family - their faces blank with stares
to hide the scars inside as best they can
emotions running high when the truth is truly shared
and the anger finds the surface once again
let the family now come forward - let them make the shattered case
and have the floor as long as it will take
and listen in the quiet all that's screaming to be heard
my tears to wash away a heart that breaks
hear the cracking voices as i watch the nodding heads
and know that i'm the source of all the pain
wish that i was crying somehow standing in their stead
but tears they only fell like acid rain
the person that each will speak of not the one i think i am
it seems that all they saw was mr. hyde
they cannot be convinced - they might not give a damn
that someone else is hidden deep inside
i dare not take the stand with a bull's-eye on my heart
to give them one more target they can hit
just say a silent prayer as i try to do my part
to spark the flame that somehow once was lit
let the family now come forward - let them make the shattered case
and have the floor as long as it will take
and listen in the quiet all that's screaming to be heard
my tears to wash away a heart that breaks