I.
The very same words I always write
The letters I will never stop painting on this paper
The all too familiar paragraphs in these verses
They somehow never changes
And why, I will never know
They are the mystery of my life
And so they are supposed to be
No matter how much I try
No matter how much I care
No matter how long I pant without a break
The rhythm in my veins will always be the very same
And so the magic in my words will never change
I can yell at you and I can whisper
But it will always be about how much I miss her
About him being such a good kisser
And never of the love for a writing sister
She was just like me
Writing about a world so cruel and upsetting
Who would even remember us when all you do is forgetting
No matter how much I want to
No matter how much I love you
No matter how much less I wish I knew
My feelings can never go outside of this heart of mine
And they can never change
For they will always be
The very same