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