Is just a word
Is just a phase
Is just a simile
Is just pain
Perhaps that's why I draw a line
before I feel so empty
Before each one is spoken

Because when they're spoken
They become something
And what if I can't handle it
And everything falls apart

Then I'll be truly broken
Then I'll feel real pain
And I'll have to say more words
That will mean more than just hello and goodbye
They'll mean hurtful thoughts
And they'll be spoken with empty thoughts

Broken threats sitting in the mind
All because those words where spoken
All because I said I was broken