What's better wasting words or saying the wrong thing?
To have hope
Or lose hope
We Live on
An endless existence
Not even death can take away
The pressure to do good in the presence of stress
I know you compare us
So how do I stand up next to her?
I'm I less than expected
Don't say a word
I know what you wish to say
Because lies we dared to remove from these conversations
Because we speak the truth
I not only with you
But words mean not when false expressions block them
'So have you been faithful to the thought of me?
*whispers* Do you love me?
*quieter* Do you even need me?
Leave I will
The phone shock has me speechless
Detached from my mind to mouth
The words...I CAN'T JUST SPIT THEM OUT
Does tack mean nothing to you?