What I've Been Dying to Write
Every word out of his mouth
Are like the beautiful lyrics I've been dying to write.
Each smile on his face
Is hiding the pain
I wish I could take away.
Every scar that my fingers seem to find,
And my eyes notice immediately,
Wonder if there's a story or some reasoning.
Every step he takes,
Is a step away from the life he hates.
The recovery seems to take days.
I'd bear it all just to see him content again.
I'd bear it all just to show him
Some things are worth believing in.
I wish he'd see
How beautiful he is.
Not just the things on the outside of his skin.
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