I know you’re starving
Your supply of love has withered
And you’re craving for affection
But pretending to be indifferent.
I know you’re scared
Who could blame you if they knew
After all that you’ve been through
Asking for love would seem precarious.
I know you’re hiding
Wearing a mask to protect yourself
Concealing your needs from the vultures
And projecting your strongest face.
I know you’re tired
Exhausted from playing these games
Hardening and freezing your heart
As it begs to open up and bleed.
You’ve learned how easily a tender heart can wound,
How anyone that loves you knows just where you’re weak.
People forcing people to shelter their desires,
Preying on each other for that taste of love we seek.
I know how well you’re guarded, I recognize the signs.
I know the risks involved with trying to score some love.
I know we’re on alert for any weakness in another,
Waiting for our chance to steal away some of that drug.
I understand, I see you, and I know we’re all afraid.
I really need a taste myself before I fade away.
If we could call a truce, set our fears and worries free,
I’ll lick all of your wounds if you’ll do the same for me.