The words on this paper are getting old
And to tell you the truth
I'm running out of ways
To tell you I love you
To tell you I'm still hurt
To get her to know she deserves better
To get him to know I want to help
To get her to know how good she is
And not a beastly person for being her
The monotony of this message
Can be seen through the pages
And my life revolves around
Getting out the knowledge
And I hate to say
But I can see I have struggled
With words that I know are inside
Adding your comment: