T.o.o.] [m.u.c.h.]

To much to say
to much for a speech
to little for a book
with pages torn and curled
i can hopely I'm that girl

to much for paper and pen
to real to pretend
to fake to See what is true
I'm missing you

your black book grows
my tears flow
to much for me to speak
our love is looking bleak

empty pages
unknown rages
to much to bear
to much pride to fear

bound my tape
together forever
to much to to take
soon to crack and break

our moments scatter
a memory lost in time

to much on my mind
to much to say
to much hurt
to much seems bleak

only our silence speaks
upon unfinished words
is our true feelings heard