Said five words
Left behind infinite scars.
Was saying them so necessary?
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours
Time moves on
Nothing but regret and a lesson so sour.
When the blood starts to boil
It is then when the best of the relations we spoil
Words turn into hurt, hurt into hate
It is then when the relations we spent so long to grow
Do we cut out of their roots in one go
And nothing remains the same