I feel far too much
And I don't write nearly enough
I promised you I would always write
And for that I am sorry.
I think they took my voice:
The voice I said they couldn't touch.
I guess I spoke too soon,
For the universe had another plan for me
It handed me more than I can handle
And I find myself
Far from where I want to be.
It has me stuck.
And it has the ones I care about even deeper.
I promised you I would always write.
I guess I just feel too much.
For that, my friend, I am sorry.
