When you scream,
it rings in me more deeply than what you first can see.
It seeps down to my core and bores into my soul.
The more your words turn anguished,
the more my heart turns cold.
Oh, the pain you've molded into me
with each and every scream.
Each day I hear you yelling,
it's telling of the pain that's welled within me.
All the weakness I'm afraid of showing
in never knowing when you'll be angry again;
the anticipation in your lips,
hatred drips from every breath.
I find myself a little child again, pathetic and scared to death.
Yet I bet that when you scream,
in some respects, you're just like me.
You're angry when you want the world to think you're fearsome when you're meek.
But sweetie, I wish you'd lean on me.
I wish you'd remember I'm not the enemy.
I wish that you'd just hold me every time that you feel rage.
Maybe then, and only then, I wouldn't have to be this afraid.
'Cause babe, I hate to face it, but
It's hell here every day.
I'm ashamed to say I'm terrified
of the one I love so dear...
This life I live in fear is truly all for you.
Oh love, if only you knew..