What Doesn't Kill You

Open up. Let me in.
 I can see through your skin
 That you're all dead.
 I know now what I knew then:
 Who you are, where you've been...
 I've got a line drawn in the sand.
 You're stuck there. At war each night.
 In your mind. (?)
 Where you killed that man.
 Hand to hand. Fist to bone.
 It was not as planned. Now you're alone.
 It's times like that they carried...
 Get it out of the way. Give it all to me.
 What doesn't kill you, will eventually.
 An empty shell. Full of earth.
 Wind and dust. (?)
 Heal your broken days.
 I know now what I knew then:
 Who you are? A broken man.
 No conversation. No chance to understand.
 Your history. You're half asleep.
 Comatose, you can barely breathe.
 You never once talked to me.
 Open up. Let me in.
 I can't see through your skin.
 If you're not alive, you should just be.
 No more small talk.
 No more bullshit
 No more barstool silences
 No more tv ad's
 No more sleepless nights
 Is it too late?
 Can we let it ride?
 Can you tell me how you thought it would be?
 When did it go wrong?
 Is it too late? are you gone?