Geplaatst - Words start coming from your mouth,
crawling, falling, on my head.
You almost cried them out,
the last words you just said.
I want to cry, to talk,
to walk away and go.
I pretend you don't mean,
although I know that isn't so.
So I just stand en watch,
how your words hit the sky.
You scream and scream and scream,
... but still I don't know why.
Oeps.