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I have so much to say
I could write a novel Yet I'm scared, To say a word I could come out clean And explain my life story But do I really want to do that It could take another life I hurt so much inside And no here to listen I've been alone for so long That I'm here Crying for help But no ones here To hear me Regardless, I throw up these walls That no one can get threw Though theres always that some one You open up the doors too They may be someone you know Or some one you dont Either way, It's your way of saying 'hello' Though I feel guilty For having anyone to listen This is my way of knowning They dont have to hear a word Words can say a lot If you just put them together Every one can preceive them in thier own way And yet again your still on your own Cuz not one preson has read a word of what you had just said. ________________________________________ __________ I wrote this awhile ago. Thought I would post. :) |