Believe

Walking down the street, our hands perfectly intertwined. 
I’m staring at my feet, pretending to be fine. 
How could I feel sorry for myself, when my life is far from the hell,
That I used to know, that I used to see, 
That other people suffer with all around me. 
Maybe,
It might be easy,
If I had the power to see what we look like from another point of view. 
And maybe,
I might believe it,
If all you said didn’t have so much of a hold on me,
If I wasn’t in love with you,
Maybe I could do what I need too. 
I look up from my feet, and see couples passing by. 
A pretty looking face, a sweet untrue smile,
I see the bruises that she hides, the times he’s tried to apologise. 
I feel the coaster that she rides, every truth he makes unreal. 
It’s bittersweet, it’s haunting me. 
How can I relate to all of her anxieties.
Maybe,
It might be easy,
If I had the power to see you from another point of view. 
And maybe,
I might believe it,
If all you said didn’t have so much of a hold on me,
If I wasn’t in love with you. 
Maybe I could do what I need too. 
And I,
Know deep down this isn’t right. 
But you,
Keep me locked in this somehow,
You tell me I’m wrong and that you’re right!
That I’m in the dark and you’re my light!
Maybe,
It might be easy!
If I had the power to float up high, ask God to tell me why. 
And maybe,
He could explain it to me. 
Then I might believe it too. 
Then maybe I would have the power,
To leave you. 

Female voice. Powerful