I've written down all the words I could have said.
They're on the walls that keep me captive.
Until recently, these words have never been so hot;
and now my feelings burn out as fast as gasoline.
In this darkness, it's easier to see you with my eyes shut.
The last place I can safely view you, and not be upset.
Where I can remember all of the good things my heart refuses to let go.
After each word, it's just that much more distance between us.
To prevent more damage, I removed my tongue; in hopes.
Now I am stuck with words that are on the wrong side.
My faith is there, but I am a fool for letting these be the last words here.
