long sleeves

his hidden past may just be a match for my hidden gaze

i watch you suffer, i watch you bleed

i wonder if you’d talk to me

for i am broken and i fall apart

but maybe i could heal your heart

i see the scars you try to hide

and wonder of the scars inside 

would you open up to me

if i promise to bring you peace

i know she’s pretty and brings you fun

but what of the demons you can’t outrun

i could stay and fight with you

but only if you want me to

i cannot beg you to let me in

i can’t seek answers for my questions

but God i see it in your eyes

that very same reason that i cry

if you take my hand ill hold you close

and tell you of all of my ghosts 

i can run my hand along your skin

and hope to be so comforting 

my fingers trace along your scars

your hurting, now it breaks my heart

but i can stay and do my part

to be with you, and cry with me

ill patch your wounds up as they bleed

you act okay as if you are fine

but i have a feeling that is a lie

casual calls and simple fun

you may just be fooling everyone

but if you can’t sleep through the night

then ill know that i am right

those endless hours you spend awake

as the pieces of your heart still break

i am here i understand

tortured at heart is my kind of man