My Hands
I just don't know what to do with my hands.So I keep them in my pockets all the day.
These caloused hands seem to define,
The many struggles that are mine.
But can I trust them not to lead me astray?
I just don't know what to do with my tears,
These tears I held at bay so very long.
It seems now when I try to speak
They come rolling down my cheek
Betraying all my efforts to be strong.
I just don't know what to do with my heart.
I shouldn't have to fight with it this way.
The more I try to hold it back,
The more it feels it's gonna crack.
It doesn't seem that it wants to obey.
I just don't know what to do with my love,
The love I swore to you would never ever fail.
It all comes back to me at night,
Although I know it isn't right.
But my reasoning seems to be of no avail.
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