After sending a message to him that he never would read
In my mind was planted a seed
I called him a thousand times over shaking
Voice mail after voice mail I was making
I never accepted that he was gone
I stayed up staring at the screen until dawn
I never told anyone about him because they would think I was lying
I stopped trying to fix my heart that i kept tying
So I started to understand what he was talking about in his story's
I understood his worries
I grabbed my own weapon of choice
The words are the only way now I can use my voice
