Our language can't explain it, so why do you expect to understand?

It's just too little, too late. I'm not waiting anymore.

It can't be too late to say that I was so wrong.

If i admit it, would you let me make it right?

I'm not saying a word, I'm not saying I care, but I would like you to know.

I try to say Goodbye and I choke, I try to walk away and I stumble.

Speaking louder than ignorance, because we talk in silence.

Will you sit and critisise me as I sit and cry?

Defeated.

I think we should sit down and talk for a minute, go outside and walk for a minute.