Still sitting there with your legs crossed,
not paying attention to me.
If we talk, just curious, would this end up like it always does?
All the wrong I`ve done.
All the wrong I`ll do.
Keeps me from trying.
It keeps me quiet.
Throw out your arms to each side.
It`s easier to let things go.
When we talk think what we say: there`s questons then silence and
in silence we remain.
All the wrong I`ve done and all the wrong I`ll do.
It keeps me from trying.
Keeps me from calling you.
Something I just found out.
Something you know by now.
Hope makes you so strong.
Strength keeps you alone and far away.