Seeing you today
Weak and innocent
It is hard to imagine
Where all that hurt came from
Did you hide it under your bed
Storing and saving it for an opportune moment
Or did you borrow it from the tears of others
Manipulating it, moulding it
Until your bullet of pain was ready
I took that bullet
Straight through the gut
So deep that I could taste the blood on my lips
Yet maybe I never cried
At least not for you
Those tears I spilt
Were for all those
Who hadn't the strength
To walk away
