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Wretched, broken, coarse, and vain,
Here I stand, my hands are stained,
I chase a life for my intent,
But it never will my heart content.

Trapped inside, I'm buried alive,
The consequence of my decision lies,
At last I break a fist to air,
But now I just can wave despair.

A thousand rights won't fix my wrong,
My choices are made, can't be undone,
Although the world may pass me by,
I know you're there, hearing my cries.

Just words

Sometimes I envy those who speak
And woo with ease and skill,
They make the girls stop and swoon
Until they have their fill.

Why can't I say the words to show
That I am only hers?
Maybe it's 'cause when it is love,
It can't be held in words.