It's that feeling you get when no words come out,
When all you want is to forget that you even tried,
The palm of your hands sweat and you start to jitter,
When yet again you know that you're still just a quitter.
Staring into those true baby blues,
Knowing you can't say what you truly want to,
Being trapped inside your head by what you know is right,
Tortured by the potentials, the "could" and the "might".
It's that feeling you get when your sure you know the truth,
When you're frightened to talk in case it comes out,
When you look in their eyes and they're begging you to talk,
You know deep inside your silence was bought.
Held hostage by your sense of right and wrong,
You have no control, your mind holds you still,
I'm desperate to tell you I really am.
But I never will, I never can.
Terrified that some truth may stumble out,
I mutter excuses and make my way,
Because after all these hours spent there's nothing left to say,
There's nothing left to do but walk away.
I'm desperate to tell you I really am,
But I never will, I never can.
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