Why do humans have to complicate matters all the time ?



Take a step wrong, and everything's wrecked.
Vengence, hatred, tears;
I wish i could turn back the clock,
let everything be right.

You'd say it isnt too late,
but look at you now,
and look at me back.
We're no longer who we were,
fun-loving teens;
we're wrecked beyond repair,
we're maturing things.

And i suppose you feel the same,
but unsaid words dont feel the same.
I wish i could hear from you,
just a word or two,
to salvage what's already gone.
But how much courage would it take to muster,
for you to just come and talk?
And would i give the right answers,
to salvage what's already gone?

.......

xoxo,
Alicia