What Hurts You, Hurts Me

I read the stories they write for you
I read the false ones and the real ones too
The real ones hurt me more than false ones ever do
Cause, God, how my stupid feelings are true

I watch you walk by every day, every week
The way your eyes look makes me feel so weak
I know it's not natural to be so meek
I know you can't find the answers you seek

You can't hear me but I pray for your safety
I know what you've been through and I can see
The way you change every day, every week
You can't see how goddamn hard it is for me

I wish I could tell you this but I'm too far away
All I can do is lie in the dark and pray
I won't let you go without making them pay
But for now I guess there's nothing more I can say.