Every
picture tells a story, in every image there’s a tale
Can
you see inside my feelings, what do you sense as I exhale
Does the cold expose my breathing, as my lungs deflate then fill
Does the cold expose my breathing, as my lungs deflate then fill
What
is it you are seeing, as I lay there deathly still
My
eyes are closed but seeing, as you stand there wondering why
Can
you see inside my feelings, as my heart begins to cry
Does
the night it hide expression, can you see it on my face
What
is it you are feeling, as you stand there in that place
I
lie there still not moving, as you reach to touch my hair
Can
you see inside my feelings, because I know that you are there
Does
my face betray my senses, when you touched me did I move
What
is it you are feeling, with your fingers soft and smooth
When
my eyelids move I see you, your silhouette there in the dark
Can
you see inside my feelings, as I lie here in the park
Does
the grass disclose the colour, of my blood as it escapes
What
is you are feeling, as you look down at the shapes
My
breathing now is shallow, beside me now you lie
Can
you see inside my feelings, as my life it starts to die
Does
the sound of sirens reach you, I can hear them very near
What
is it you are feeling, my face catches all your tears
The
sound of running footsteps, their voices strong and loud
I
can see inside your feelings, as around me forms a crowd
Don’t
cry for me my precious, be strong, you must go on
What
is it I am feeling; it’s nothing, I am gone
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