grace?
but a memory on the shadow of my face.
hate?
but an action that i would love to chase, but it’s impossible
now i have to lie at the cost of my sanity
i thought you were there for me

speechless
what do you want me to say next
i hear it
but no one seems to hear it but me
my heart is open but you don’t seem to see it beat?
is it too late to go back and change what i did
*so you can believe the words i speak?