in the way

april.16.2004

In the way of what you're asking,
there's little to be said.
I need another reason,
for what's inside your head.

In the way of what you're showing,
I'm left without a choice.
You creep into the darkness,
by blocking out my voice.

In the way of what you're feeling,
I don't know what to say.
Within the tears you're shedding,
I'm dying every day.