I don't really understand
Why I'm feeling so disappointed with the images inside my head
They enter so undetected
But I'd never hurt a single soul
My pulse is beating even faster when your words speak so bold
I am learning not to speak, yet to listen
I am learning that if I choose to speak at all, speak easy
I'm coming to the conclusion that healing works best throught silent bruising
So just be patient for all you're losing
Love is patient, love is kind