These words I write for you
They fail to come true
They crumble to letters
Then phonetic sounds
And soon they'll be gone
And I'll still be around
But you won't be found
My pen will run out of ink
My pencil lead will break
My voice will go hoarse
Ill still have these words
All pent up inside
With no way to get out
No way to reach you
No way for you to hear
All these words
I write for you
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
These words I write for you
They fail to come true
They crumble to letters
Then phonetic sounds
And soon they'll be gone
And I'll still be around
But you won't be found
My pen will run out of ink
My pencil lead will break
My voice will go hoarse
Ill still have these words
All pent up inside
With no way to get out
No way to reach you
No way for you to hear
All these words
I write for you
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