Echoes record
The things that we've said
That play over and over
Inside and even outside our heads
The things
That don't turn out so well
The things that help us when we're lost
But only lead us back to ourselves
Our hurtful profanities
Are thrown back so they reflect
Our own inhumanity
And our feelings buried
Beneath our own fear
But when we get caught in a time of pain
We're betrayed by our own tears
We're constantly reminded
When we hurt our loved ones
We're reminded of their facial expressions and the tears they've cried
Even though we were only making fun
And the things that are good, somehow slip away
Then get replaced by worst things we do everyday.
Oh God, please forgive us for the things we say...
