Beauty & The Beast

"The Walls Are Crying" She Whispers To Me
"They Cry For Your Beauty" I Say
She Responds "No They Weep For Your Pain"
And Its As If She Understands This Dying Heart
Bearly Pumping Blood Through My Veins
She Sees The Many Faces Many Personalities
Shes Understands The Complexity Of My Defense
She Sees Through The Charade Of The Smile On My Face
She Tells Me She Loves Me And I Say It Makes No Sence
How Can Some One Love My Suspicious Nature
Love The Way I Lie And Decieve?
Love The Way My Soul Faulters?
I Dont Think About Morals When I Act Sometimes Or
Maybe I Just Dont Care
But I Forget It All When My Fingers Glide
Through Her Hair...