Tired eyes

Now hope seems so far away
Am I the coward you became?
I am hollow and it shows, and I swear that I’m not coming home

Distance fills the space between
Our fingers used to fit so perfect
But I have cuts on my hands
And I don’t want to remember you as you are now to me

I can only hope, and swear that I’m not coming home

The feel, of the water reminds me, your tears don’t taste of salt.
Your bitter soul
The fear in your eyes is blinding
It cuts through the cracks in your soul

I waited, just in case you walked by, I could have caught your eye, that evening
The snow, the snow fell hard that day
But I couldn’t care if I tried
I wont forget that

I won’t, forget

I swear that its so, I pray that I don’t make it home, I swear that I wont make it home, I won’t forget that