frustration would be the word that comes to mind and why does it seem that i m always wasting my time i can t find the words they just seem to not exist and nothing at all seems to ever make sense if i don t explain it s because i can t and it s not like i expect you to understand when motives are things that are vague even to me and things that i don t want anyone else to see so we scream words we don t mean but it s all we want them to hear when the truth is so nave cluttered in your head so unclear so hold on and never let me go catch me when i fall complexity would be the simpleness of things like a second chance and the hope that it brings things have changed and i sure don t have to explain and why would i want to relive it all again so we scream words we don t mean but it s all we want them to hear when the truth is so nave cluttered in your head so unclear so hold on and never let me go catch me when i fall if your average hope lasts only a second before it all extinguishes to flames then can we take this simple paradox of falling and stand back up on our own again what if i told you all of my secrets now that i m gone would it still hold up all you believe and all that i m not so we scream words we don t mean but it s all we want them to hear when the truth is so nave cluttered in your head so unclear so hold on and never let me go catch me catch me scream everything you want to say but never can let memories fade and just start over once again and hold on and please just let me go someone catch me when i fall
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