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by Bri Apr 14, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I can tell you some words, That many people say, And many people mean, Speaking them poetically, As if inside a play. I can tell you many things, That everyone has said, That are simple and easy, But the words you ask of me, Are already dead. I can tell you some things, That you may want to hear, That are long and true, But the words you say to me, Are the words that I fear. You can say many things, That I have heard before, But you say those words to me, The words hitting me, Like a wave onto a shore. The words you said to me, The words I love you, Are hard for me to say, I've never loved before, It's far too much to chew.