"It's All Relative"

You talk too much.
Use too many words.
And when that happens~
you sound absurd.

Yet you donít say enough.
Your heart is mute.
It shouts in silence~
crying its rebuke.

With all your noise~
and heart on sleeve~
I still canít see.
No, I still donít believe.

Have you ever dealt~
with whatís ailing you?
Through all your rhetoric~
you say nothing new.

With all that self-pity~
youíve left no room~
to see any hope.
All thatís left is doom.

If you look hard enough~
thereís always someone to blame~
for all of your anguish~
heartache and pain.

When you grow up~
and let go of the past~
youíll find that happiness~
is within your grasp.

Pain and happiness~
itís all relative.
And you canít move on~
if you donít forgive.

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