As the day goes by, not much slips my mouth.
Day in, Day out;
The words I want to express die at the exit.
So you see, my lips have burried more lines then the graveyard downtown….
I’m pulling my hair, Trying to keep my cool.
I’m getting sick and tired of all this.
All I need one word, one look, one smile, one person. The right person; a friend, a stranger, a… anyone.
This person would teach me how to speak


Let me know how to live.
And show me the sweet melody that
.



life sings.
So ya.
I have a tomb stone with tour name….
And under, a bunch of things I never said.
But one day you’ll know and I wont even need to put on a show
You’ll just know.
And you will then relive the moment that I never forgot…
Since you are the ship and I’m the sinking rod.