Glenn McGahan

(1992 / Brattobro, Vermont)

The Last Words You Spoak


Hearing your echoed voice
Rembering the last words you spoak
My shattered heart lay broke.

These scrable words in my heart
I dont know what to do with them
I dont know wat to say
I am losing you with each passing day.

I feeling empty now I'm alone
Trying to runaway from a broken heart that cant be soan
All this has come from my heart
Why did this have to fall apart


All I wanna do is see you happy
I'll always be here for you
Though these words I speek are meaningless to you
I want you to know i really love you

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2008
Edited: Thursday, July 03, 2008
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