An infinite amount of words
somehow it seems impossible to say it right
I bled but I'm not dead
not gone
not yet
Maybe this was all simply a product of a mutually deranged imagination
Still its a stimulating form of belligerence
It's like you can feel the lies pouring out of my mouth
-but words aren't everything-
The truth was spilling out on your face
as those tears dropped in disgrace
As this paper burns and these words fly away
It doesn't change anything as long as you read them before they were gone
You made the mistake of
looking back with animosity
forward with suspicion
but nor around in awareness
