Words. I was never good with words. There are those than can string the most ordinary words together and magically transform them into a message, into a secret. I have so many thoughts, so much depth to my mind yet my words lack substance. I can’t manage to jumble them together fir for a second grader. You were always a words person. You always knew what to say. Even when I troubled you with the most insignificant of my troubles, even when your insight lacked wisdom, even when your promises lacked truth, your words were the only ones I could stand to hear. The lyrics your write on paper hold such significance, you could sell records If you only had the confidence. I hate my awkward tone but If i had the choice I wouldnt change it for the world, the same way I would refuse a loaded gun. I wouldn’t want your voice I wouldnt want to speak, I couldn’t bear cutting another the way your words have cut me.