• sitting in the living room of a familiar home, with familiar faces,
    you shuffle your hands togeather.
    expecting only god only knows what as i tried to read your face.
    tho all i could see was the fear of rejection.
    i could tell you feared what was going to come out of my mouth.
    to be honest it almost made me laugh,
    i had no idea what i was going to say,
    how i to react to your cry for forgiveness.
    but i knew that it was nothing you needed to fear.
    i know i heard them before,
    your "im sorrys" and "im better now"
    but that was different then,
    and now,
    i could tell from the look on your face.
    but what you didn't know,
    was you never needed to ask.
    there was a time, when i thought i hated you,
    but it was not real.
    just a stupid attempt to get my heart to stop hurting,
    and when it comes down to it, i always just needed you.
    there was a time or two when i thought of putting a gun to my temple.
    but you always seemed to talk me out of it,
    without even knowing.
    your words some how saved me from myself.
    and for that, i could never hate you,
    i owe you my life.