Sometimes you don't want to put a full stop Thoughts and ideas cluster all around your throat, struggling to come out Sometimes you don't want to put a full stop But your words don't agree to play on that day anymore Sometimes you don't want to backspace your letters, you want to cry hard on a shoulder But your arrogant finger never knows to maintain calm, scratches and cuts on a clicking sway Sometimes you don't want to backspace your letters, want to scream out your inner pain But then your fragile heart fades away in a fright of being broken Just of nowhere