Now What Am I Supposed To Do With Broken Sentences Of You?

Let the others speak for me

I'll stay in my corner, under the rug
after all, its all that I can do

Little conversations are we
Little conversations

All those missing years
like an incomplete painting
Left scattered all in pieces

Torn
Starving

Little conversations are we
Little conversations

Written in twenty words or less

Somewhere
Sometime down the line
Someday I may confess and tell you all