When Anger Shows

It creeps all over you like a dull ache

Think of all the things your hands could make

It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves

The change in your face when anger shows

In that moment you realise

That something you thought would always be there will die

Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I cant make sense of

I need you to tell me it's OK

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I cant make sense of

I need you to tell me it's OK

You are a sleeping lion in your bed

I will not wake you

You're the moment

Love has passed

We all must learn to hate you

You're a memory from before

Please don't let me forget you

You're the wolves at my door

In that moment you realise

That something you thought would always be there will die

Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I cant make sense of

I need you to tell me it's OK

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I cant make sense of

I need you to tell me it's OK

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands wont move to do a days work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands wont move to do a days work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands wont move to do a days work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands wont move to do a days work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands wont move to do a days work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands wont move to do a days work?

How can you know...

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I cant make sense of

I need you to tell me it's OK

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I cant make sense of

I just need you to tell me it's OK