There's too much tension in your eyes. 
Your pain burns through in that disguise. 
I'll hold your hand though you're a stranger. 
I'll relieve the ache, despite your lies. 

Don't struggle please, now don't resist. 
My aid I offer, I insist. 
Your hurting heart has become mine. 
I cant quit now, I must persist. 

Stop it, I know what you're crying for.
You're streaming tears, I cant ignore. 
A larger pain is the sadness in you. 
I'll mend the cut, the half she tore.

The warmth of my hand is all you'll feel. 
When you awake your heart will heal. 
And this encounter will be a dream. 
Where I was the girl who wasn't real.