I got a friend
who keeps saying that she's tired
so tired
I try to make amends, between her and the world that has forsaken her, mistaken her for something they could throw out.
And she's telling me, things I don't want to hear, I'll listen anyway.
And she's whispering, so wordlessly, what she wants from me.
She wants things I cant give her, cause there not mine to give
I can give her love, but not the kind she needs
I could give her wisdom, but she not ready to hear what I have to say.
This isn't a song, this isn't a prayer. This isn't even the right words.
This is my confession, this is my wordless confidence.
