- originally written April 8, 2009 -
How can I tell you the words
That no one is going to hear
My heart is divided into thirds
And I can’t get a hold to steer
There is a storm building inside
A pressure pushing from within
It’s a shriek I can no longer hide
Thoughts that are cutting my skin
Caught between these emotions
My composure will surely break
How will I ever cross these oceans?
I have to decide what is real or fake
I’m torn by words left unspoken
And the way you won’t look at me
It’s all going to leave me broken
And I’ll be left looking out at sea
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