It's funny how we feel so much,
but we cannot say a word.
We are screaming inside,
but we all can't be heard.
It's also funny how you can say something out loud and have it all come out wrong,
but then ten minutes later you'll hear what you feel ....in a song.
The world is a funny place,
a place of warmth and disgrace.
Where you can think so much and never really be heard,
so sometimes it's better to just...not say a word.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 8:33 PM UTC
It's funny how we feel so much,
but we cannot say a word.
We are screaming inside,
but we all can't be heard.
It's also funny how you can say something out loud and have it all come out wrong,
but then ten minutes later you'll hear what you feel ....in a song.
The world is a funny place,
a place of warmth and disgrace.
Where you can think so much and never really be heard,
so sometimes it's better to just...not say a word.
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