There are just some things
 in this man's heart
You will never know.
Lord knows,
 I've tried to push past the unwritten code
that says a man must not cry,
or share his feelings
or feel them
unless it is to profess his undying love for you
for surely,
 there cannot be any other reason
his heart exists.
It is always then in these awkward
painful moments that I am reminded
there is a reason
for the code.

And like a fly or a fool
against the glass time after time
I break the rules
and take a chance.
 If I could only be more clear,
if only I could let these passions
free from the jar
you would hear me
if only because
it's so damn lonely in here
without you.

I watch you flutter outside the glass
with a sense of knowing,
so sure you have it all
sussed out
as if you could know a man's heart
with nothing but a womans mind.
Far be it from me
to tell you a man's perspective.
How the hell after all,
could I know better than you.

Time after time
I have broken the code
offered you the keys to the kingdom.
Time after time
You have reminded me of the reasons
and insisted on using your crowbar.

I yearn so desperately to tell you
things that I should not
because I see that your womans intuition
is broken
and your eyes
and ears
do not seem to work.

How it pains me to tell you
that I am not wrong to feel
and that I would walk
a mile over broken glass
just to see you smile.
That every thing I do
and sacrifice
is of an unselfish love
because I think big
and know that loving you
is loving me as well.

I don't believe
that even Shakespeare
in all his glory
has even written
of a tragedy like this.

I would give you everything
that is trapped in this Heart of Gold
if you could only recieve it.
But you do not have a clue
of Truth and value and so you settle
for the mediocre
and expect me to deliver.
Even Love cannot permit
that I give what I do not possess.

It is getting so very late my love
I cannot break the glass alone
I am suffocating in my empty home
and even a fool comes to know
his limitations,
 if only because
his head and heart
 are weary
and he cannot go on.


Even a fly knows
when his wings are broken
he can't go on.

It is for that reason love,
that there are just some things
in this man's heart
you will never know.