The Quiet Game

The wings
Like the ones she has and how they fall when she cries
When she sings
My heart follows the rhythm of the butterflies

As the sun rips through the sky
At the pit of my stomach I feel them flutter around
With her voice and her sounds
I find myself begging to be bound

And every harmony
I wrote for you
I knew it would kill me
Because I told them to

I saw the tears fall from your eyes
And I never thought I would realize

Maybe you're not as alone as me
And maybe the way I see you you'll never see me
The same
And maybe you won't return the love I give
But I've seen worse reasons fall in love
But I still play the quiet game