I can see the pain deep inside him,
The pain he hides with lying eyes-
But the truth of his bravery and courage
Intrigues me more than pretty lies.
And he continues to be my muse
In everything that he says or does-
But I can’t let him know he’s admired
That he’s a hero to the girl I was.
His every hidden pain is an echo
Of what I had before I gave up feeling-
And it brings me tears that he kept it,
That he hid it and that he’s dealing.
He’s much stronger than I’ll ever be,
And I can’t tell him since I lost my tongue-
But if I could I’d say he was all I dreamt of,
My type of hero, back when I was young.
He can still laugh and smile, and I’m empty
And cold as glass, all I can do is reflect-
Like a mirror, and there’s nothing to admire
About someone so blank they can’t project.
But I still wish I could give him what he needs,
And I can still dream that that makes me real-
I just long for the ability to say those few words,
That he could’ve been the one to make me feel.
