this silence is killing me inside.
i used to know the right words at the right time.
but this is me now, not a word i speak,
thats who we are now.
and if both ways dont work,
we'll just let it pass.

i feel so useless, that everytime i try to make things better, i screw up somehow.
yesterday i went to school, a few people asked me why i keep everything to myself,
and i told them... well i didnt say anything.

and if they say ever since i met you, ive become a better person, then why does everything i do make you doubt me. why is it when everytime i try to make things better, i reflect a poetic written disappointment to you.

i would go to sleep 12 minutes later than usual, with promises the morning would be better, but faith fell short this time. now i just never know what to do, cept watch your back when you walk away.