The Green Light Stop

Your hands,
are always broken, never open.
Your heart,
is always searching, always hoping.
You see,
half of the truth, only what you want to.
You feel,
it's only dead-end roads you're getting from me.
That's all you're getting from me.

You stop,
at every green light, always look twice.
You say,
it's not your fault, it's always been this way.
But I see,
all the things you hide from me,
And I feel,
it's only dead-end roads I'm getting from you.
That's all I'm getting from you. . .