A man stands in the doorway like a small child. angry fists. she lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow. and she stares at the moon. he speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before. and pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away. and she thinks.... This was a gradual steel frost. that started with cold feet. and ended with numb hearts. This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is. It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone. but now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these. hands had. intended and still I cry in my sleep. He always said I was too sensitive. but I say. (chorus). at least I never meant to make him cry.. At least I never meant to make him hurt that way. Nooo I never meant to make him cry. Never meant to make him hurt that way. Yes it's true I'm too senstive. but he takes pleasure in my pain.. Yes it's true I'm too senstive. but he takes pleasure in my pain.. And the unheard hours they fly by. she goes to the window. she puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair. he's already asleep. by the time she. goes and lays herself back down.. she thinks. my god what am i doing hear?. My bones have grown tired of his hunger of his gray eyes. and I feel if I were to stay one more night here I'd die or explode. or worse yet just fade away.. There have been days so dark that I felt like august. and that I soon too would turn to fall.. he always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much. the world could kill me that way.. I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply always been this. inarticulate. cause i say. And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though they. were the wings for her freedom. she gets up and goes to the door. it's a moment in which anything can happen. instead she gets out some clothing. puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping. while she heads for the door..