There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.

7 billion people
and I found you

That Whiskey bottle
Would drown me
If I let it

That Cigarette
Would smoke me
If I let it

Your Love
Would destroy me
If I let it

But I won't let it

I mean too much to me
To let that happen anymore

it was about a year ago
that i first saw your face
the talk was small
i had to go and you asked if we could stay
friends
it was about a year ago
that we talked and laughed and cried
it was about a year ago
that you never said goodbye
so i beg of you to let me go
for my heart cannot do
it was about a year ago
that i felt what it means to lose