3 Feet Short The Pain We Miss
			
its never too late, 
a word can paint 1000 memories, 
whether luck or fate, 
makes our stories tragedies. 
Hearts bleed songs a lot like this, 
nothing can bring back the pain we miss. 
And that pain is not soon forgotten, 
with clumsyness we trip over, 
a lie or two, 
killed the few, 
truths we had not uncovered. 
Is nothing sacred anymore? 
just listen.