
I feel like I owe you. To what? Perhaps its just guilt. Towards what? I have no idea.
I'm still lingering and going round the spot we departed at, and realise that actions and words works both ways.
All those you've asked me to try/do/act upon, you didn't too.
I tried to clear up the mess I created, and I'm left there to clear up your's that is on mine.
I don't have the courage like you do.
I eat up my own words towards you.
Still, you manage to amaze and leave me speechless with actions over words.