It's funny how words can do such damage
It's hurtful how I don't know how to use them
For when I slip up, I hurt those I love
And when I hurt those I love, I hurt badly
Perhaps amends can be made
Perhaps hearts can be healed
I don't know which direction things will go
All I know is that I want to be the healer
And though I can't right now
I must try to not cause pain again
And break hearts once again
I wish that someday
I can figure out how to show them how I feel
I need them to know
They deserve to know
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
It's funny how words can do such damage
It's hurtful how I don't know how to use them
For when I slip up, I hurt those I love
And when I hurt those I love, I hurt badly
Perhaps amends can be made
Perhaps hearts can be healed
I don't know which direction things will go
All I know is that I want to be the healer
And though I can't right now
I must try to not cause pain again
And break hearts once again
I wish that someday
I can figure out how to show them how I feel
I need them to know
They deserve to know
If you know, you know.
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