Heels over Head

I sit here in this room
this room is the only thing I've
had thats close to a studio.

Feeling like I'm on a stage everyday
Guitar in hand and I'm strumming songs.
Songs I've never heard.

Words I've never said out loud.
The things I've felt but never
said out loud.

Every word was meant for you
these words are yours. Yours to keep
and hold close when I'm far way.

Words make the world go.
They change things ruin or make better.
Turn you into someone your not.

If I had said these words out loud,
a million years ago would you have listend.
What would they have meant to you?

These words I'll never speak but strum to
myself these words are yours to keep but
words you'll never hear.

These words are mine.