I can't imagine any other way than simply saying
why I really feel this way
it's mystifying
in each and every sense so nothing ventured
nothing new to gain
Slowly life
keeps moving on before you know it's gone
the chance to say what's on your mind
My lips are drying up because of
guilt
no point in crying once the blood is
spilt
no good denying what is wrong or
right
time has a way of healing everything
in sight
Don't forsake the broken
hearted wishful thoughts and proud ideals
finish what you've already started and one day
you'll blessed with the
power to reach the
ones you trust
Who ever listens
every word in vain family connections goes
against the grain
takes some persuasion
trying to break through advice worth delaying
when starting over new