What's there to say?
Why make up the words?
If I've done my job
My life's already been heard
Not that I needed your praise
your faith's unbegotten
if it's in me, a man
whose heart can be rotten
I write to say the things
that maybe arent seen everyday
like the hope you gave me
when you looked my way
Even if my life's said nothing at all
maybe my words will convince you to care
maybe I could persuade you to try
maybe I could talk you into love.
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