I have this ache that steals my breath...

My body trembles with fear…

like there’s a gun being held so close to my head,

that I can hear the slight hesitation in your trigger finger,

BANG... it hurts... 

Not at bad as the hole in my soul but it still stings...

my ears ring so loud that I might think the liberty bell resides in the little town in my head,

BANG...

Goes my ear drums as they give out due to this torturous sound.... 

I have an ache in the palm of my hand that pulls so hard,

I can feel the strings of the puppeteer tugging away at my life force.

I told you that I will always make things right if you keep moving along.

Why were you trying to figure out where you went wrong?

I haven’t always been good at striking poses,

honestly you’d get a much better portrait of me if you captured me in motion.