I can't imagine any other way than simply saying why I really feel this way it's mystifying in each and every sense so nothing ventured nothing new to gain Slowly life keeps moving on before you know it's gone the chance to say what's on your mind My lips are drying up because of guilt no point in crying once the blood is spilt no good denying what is wrong or right time has a way of healing everything in sight Don't forsake the broken hearted wishful thoughts and proud ideals finish what you've already started and one day you'll blessed with the power to reach the ones you trust Who ever listens every word in vain family connections goes against the grain takes some persuasion trying to break through advice worth delaying when starting over new