I couldn't understand. It wasn't because I never tried. The trouble is real but it will never get said. A windchime is made to capture the sound in a breeze.
If you think it, but never speak it, how would I know?
I get lonely with you.
No way to figure, no way to find. The moment, the feeling.
Just one moment. One just moment.
Will it ever be?
Left to chance the savage game. Scrambled letters don't form the words.