were never spoken true, just hurried whispers trying to get a hold of you.
No clue, just an empty view of life with you…
you know… being there but not quite.
It’s a shame really because when I held you it felt real
When I held you it didn’t kill.
Instead I breathed life again and again.
It’s sad because you think you will
have that security, and when you are alone, you feed on those
hurried words, that let you float in the sky, no asking why
But my warning is…never forget words