There are many things

I want to get off my chest

Which tightens up

There are many words

I want to get them off my mouth.

Many thoughts I want

To let them go

But will you listen?

If I tell you that I’m hurting

Will you change?

If I tell you that I hate her

Will you leave her?

Won’t karma do the same to me?

I’m in a dilemma

Hold my hand, it makes it

Much easier to breath