All the things you should know
All the swings you’ve taken on me
But haven’t noticed at all
And there goes the things you won’t know
Can’t you see all I got to tell you?
Can’t you tell just by the sound of my steps?
And as it seems you won’t notice at all
And I won’t tell you, not now, not tomorrow
Till you notice what have you done
How does that stomping on my dreams
Dragging all I know down
What I thought was concrete now is just flour on the floor.
So by now all I got to tell you
Is, ask me please
Just the right time, the right words and everything fine.
And it seems that here I’ll be for eons
With all this around me
And you don’t seem to care
You don’t care at all
With my broken past, and you can’t see it
And there it goes my hope
Within this forest I don’t see a way out
And guarding what’s left it’s all I have.
And still you don’t care.