We talk, we listen, we speak
But yet the conversation is weak

We argue, we yell…instead
All because the conversation is dead

We loose it, abuse it, I cry
Because the conversation is a lie

We touch, we kiss, we hold
Because the conversation is cold

We feel, we heal, we lay
Because the conversation don’t stay…..

And so we touch, and we kiss, and we hold
And we sigh, and I cry, we unfold….

And so we talk, we listen, we speak
But yet the conversation is still weak

And so we argue, and we yell instead
And then the conversation is dead----

And so we loose it, abuse it—we lie
And then the feeling is gone, and I cry….

But yet we love, we heal, were devoted
Because the conversation is always Kandy Koated.