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