I have no words for all the things I want to say.
But my mind tells me stories, like little voices in my head.
I have no feelings for the things I feel so strongly for.
But my heart tells me different, and I don’t know what’s right.
I have no sense about the things that are so sensible.
But I know where I’ve been, and I know where I want to be.
I have no words for all the things I want to say.
But my mind tells me stories, like little voices in my head.