The murky water
The last page of this diary
I wonder if you knew all along
how I admired you
listened to you
but never bothered to ask

Why the colors were so clear
in that murky water
but how you were so hard to see

How did you know so much
and still have such a faint place in my heart?

The murky water
The last page of this diary
You knew all along
how I admired you for what you knew
and listened to what you didn't
I never bothered to ask
what you had inside
and not how you handled
my oblivious words