You ask me how things are going,
You don't really want to know,
You just want me to talk again.
I look away and bite my lip,
Fine is my sharp response.
You take my hand,
But I can't see,
That you just really care about me.
I snatch it back and close the door.
I don't see you walk away.
I hold your hand
and watch you sleep.
I'm scared you'll wake.
I'm scared you'll leave.
You take my hand and squeeze it tight,
'shh,' you say 'it'll be alright'