I can't imagine any other way than simply saying why I really feel this way   it's mystifying in each and every sense so nothing ventured nothing new to gain      Slowly life keeps moving on before you know it's gone   the chance to say what's on your mind      My lips are drying up because of guilt   no point in crying once the blood is spilt   no good denying what is wrong or right   time has a way of healing everything in sight      Don't forsake the broken hearted wishful thoughts and proud ideals   finish what you've already started and one day you'll blessed with the   power to reach the ones you trust      Who ever listens every word in vain family connections goes against the grain   takes some persuasion trying to break through advice worth delaying   when starting over new