Between the Hands

The doubts of always being left,
Burns into the depths of my skin.
Scarring me until I can't breathe.
Until I'm in a restless sleep, alone.

My heart has been torn,
Between the hands of wrath.
Making it harder for me to let go,
And just be myself.

The doubts of you leaving,
Surfaces into my mind.
Imagining you with a suitcase in hand.
As I stare at you-- beg you not to go.

My voice has been shut down,
Between the hands of selfishness.
Making it harder for me to be happy,
And just be who I want to be.

The doubts of my insecurities,
Get the best of me as I stare into the void.
Wondering if my luck will ever change.
That I won't be left naked and alone.

My eyes have stared into your soul,
Between the hands of stagecraft.
Hoping that I wasn't just another puppet,
In your play-- begging you to let me be.

The doubts of always being left,
Consumes every inch of my battered body.
Waiting for destiny to hold me,
For even just a moment.

To heal my heart,
To mend my trust,
To hold my hand,
And tell me that happiness is very close.

I've been broken by countless of men,
Careless, selfish, and unrounded men.
I don't want to be left empty and alone.
Hold me tight and don't let me go.

I promise to love you,
Until destiny parts us in different ways.
But for now, just hold me.
And I promise that I'll be your person.