You argued
you shouted
I fought back
and you call me the coward?

why do we choose to hurt
when we can decide to heal
why do you have to break my smile
with that mocking laugh

what affects me
actaully affects you more
you choose painful words
when you could choose happy ones

you say you can't help it
give up on yourself
give up on me
before you even tried

words can help
words can hurt
words can heal
words can break

you know I'm not good at using words
the words you so much adore
the one you used to write story's with
the ones which made you happy

That pure smile you once had
that enery who knows from where
it is now locked deep
locked deep and tortured

we hurt each other
I tried my best to stop
maybe you did too
but we were both too stubborn.

our words won't reach
so there are only gestures left
but we are both too far
to be able to reach