cynical as spinning

[faintlyfalling]

in cold questions the eyes say it all
she saw it too in fright some in awe
my violence its gone misunderstood as anger
when its just misdirected hurt and pain
I can't focus myself in so much strife
you tug and war pull and push my moon
I've shored myself into better shape
and still I'm chiseled to the core everyday
with out gravity we'd all be gone
my knees feel weak when you're full
and when you've left you're still there
my stomach sinks waiting for your sliver shine
the next day and night you'll appear
outside beneath the door frame smiling