Thursday, February 17, 2005

Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word

You throw words that stabbed the heart to the nth power
Careless and free you utter them without holding back
Not thingking but letting words flow like river to the sea
Then wounds would heal not and will forever scar inside out

Tomorrow's another day and you think the sky is crystal clear
Once the water is dropped to the ground it is already lost
Then you hum the sweetest melodies you know with your tongue
Yet it rains and it pours in the cloudless blue sky

Then you wonder why the grasses still grow in your backyard
Then you know the whispers are real and the shouts are not
Yet the words still won't come out from the pipelines
Yet the grasses still grow even the wounds would not heal

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