We walk, I talk, and it seems to me that I can't break you open. Perhaps your past is too much to handle. I look for a sign or signal that you just might give off. I wasn't trying to pry, just piece this puzzle together. Maybe I'm searching for something that just isn't there. I fear I've scared away the thoughts that would enable me to care. Now I second guess myself because there's one and only one thing that changes my mind. And it is this: Every time you glance at me for a second into my eyes I fall a little more. If you were to look into them for a whole conversation I think I'd die and I can't wait for you to kill me. Hold your tongue captive - a prisoner inside of your own mouth. Why is it you can't see that I'm desperate and dying to reach out. And when I think to just give up on you; leave you to struggle alone with your own demons. I keep falling back and seeing something in...