My mother always told me
Don't talk to strangers
But what if I can't talk to anyone?
What if I don't even know how I feel?
And besides
The words only get in the way
Washing the tears
With a hole in his hand
He touches my face
Maybe he understands
Can't seem to read
What's buried there
A needle through
The word that is love
What is love anyway?
A four letter word
Love is just another word to say
Platitudinous expression, cliché
If it's unfamiliar
I am content
But I'll take what I get
It's not over yet
I've walked on the shore
Into the grave
Covering the sand
From the smell of my shame
Don't talk to strangers
But what if I can't talk to anyone?
What if I don't even know how I feel?
And besides
The words only get in the way
Washing the tears
With a hole in his hand
He touches my face
Maybe he understands
Can't seem to read
What's buried there
A needle through
The word that is love
What is love anyway?
A four letter word
Love is just another word to say
Platitudinous expression, cliché
If it's unfamiliar
I am content
But I'll take what I get
It's not over yet
I've walked on the shore
Into the grave
Covering the sand
From the smell of my shame
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