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