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Fighting for words that should come right through There are so many things I still want to say to you Molding defenses into the perfect form But language just melts in your hands Words burn like fire through a ring of despair So much I hold back and syllables and smoke just hang in the air With the winter cold you inhale it in and when your chest falls You release it all back And maybe there's nothing left to say They're just words anyway Anger runs through the tip of the pen Sometimes it's easier to say it all when you're not there Looking through me to find a savior Looking inside me to be your cradle And maybe it doesn't matter what I say They're just words anyway My mouth has dried, the ink run down And maybe there's nothing left to say They're just words anyway They're just words anyway From Letras Mania