Words

The irony in full. And that's how it's explained. Fully. Fooly. Doesn't matter as long as your point drifts across. "Say it", you say, "say it". It's been told a thousand times, but never said. And that's how you walked away. Words, the words. I'm always interested in my enemies. Or am I enemies with my interests? And that's why I hate words. Say what you mean, and say it loud and proud. Where we're going, it's the only thing that matters. For every grammer correction comes a foot in the mouth with enough length to drop kick the confusion. Read carefully, as there has not once been mentioned an "I", only a "you". Is it selflessness? I suppose it depends on what you want to hear. That's a tough road you'll have to go down, but perhaps an intentional puzzle peice as it could really be controlled by someone else. You can take words away and exchange them, but you'll never change the effect. So say what you mean, and say it loud. So is it about you? Oh how you'd be curious to believe but ultimately on the wrong track. It is about words, and the struggle that comes with them