I think the scary part is that
eventually we all become strangers
and the body you used to let yours sleep against
only two months ago
now silently tells you to keep distance.

I think what hurts the most is that
you used to look at them and know exactly
what was going through their mind
and now the only thing you are sure of
is that it's not you.

You used to call them when you felt like **** and
now you're fighting yourself all night
not to dial their number.

They used to fill your mind
first thing in the morning
and your mouth would easily curl up,
now they're the last thing at night
you think about and maybe
you have never even known eachother.

There's so much to do, so much to say
But words always get in the way
Restricting the meaning, the true emotion
Showing the anger, hiding the devotion

It's a strange thing, a cause of distress
How words are the reason we can't really express
A fake freedom granted, without an end
Restricting any chance to actually comprehend

I want to tell you so many things
Words, that only happiness bring
There is still so much left to say
But, words always get in the way