There's so many things I want you to know
Yet so many things I simply cannot say
So many dreadful experiences past
Have taken my hollow words away
Hollow yet full at the very same time
Of so many things that are slipping my mind
There are oh so many things I'd like to tell
But where do I start in this lonely hell?
Wrapped up in this sorrow for so very long
It's hard to even see that something's wrong
But I know there's an ache in my bones
That no one else feels
All these gashes and wounds
That never healed
Broken bones beneath my skin
Twisted and mangled positions healed in
There's so many things I think you should know
But when I'm with you, where do my thoughts go?