so many words is still unspoken
it is not beauty to live broken
to hold a hell inside the heart
to feel so weak, but looking hard
so many words,…so many words is still unspoken
it is not beauty to live broken
to hold a hell inside the heart
to feel so weak, but looking hard
so many words, so many lives
to loose so much and can\’t believe
inhale, exhale, keep head high
and try to live so crazy bright
so many words still hide in silence
so many worlds of love and violence
inhale, exhale, and smile to sun
it\’s my small secret. only mine
