Keaton's Song

You gave up on me way to fast
Our parents would have never done that
Give me time and I'll prove you that
I'm better than what I showed you last

You're sick and tired of seeing me cry
You don't know how to calm me down
Please, read me poems and make me laugh,
Remind me how lucky I am

You wonder why I hit myself
I'm trying to kill the worst of me
To be the best for you
To be the best for you

You haven't spoken a word for days
You've written all down
You say it keeps you alive
You grew a beard to hide behind it

So I can not read your mind
I cannot read your mind
I cannot read your mind

You built walls no one could climb
And burried yourself in your victorian mind
You said: Forget it, it's better like that
Since I've lost our sense of meaning of life

Now, where do our history end?
I'm not ready to move on
I know that you're the best for me
I'll be the best for you

You gave up on me way to fast
Don't be a stranger at last
Give me time and I'll prove you that

I'm trying to kill the worst of me
To be the best for you
To be the best for you