Sleep now in the fire

Rage Against The Machine.

Never really paid attention to them. If I had a dime for every word that comes out of my mouth, I'd just have a whole lotta dimes.

But those words rarely mean anything. Or do they? Do my words hurt you? 

That's the thing. I can never feel, or see or consume the words I blurt from my mouth.  To me, their just fleeting things I dispense carelessly.

But to you, they cut  like a knife. Their imprinted in memory. I am sorry if I hurt you. I wish I could just shut the fuck  up.

Sometimes the silence I live in is the best way I should live.