5 January 2013
I balk at the idea of talking My words never seem to come out right I don't always sound so bright When my lips feel light And I let them fly open
Words just spill out Out of my mouth Sometimes without much thought There's no doubt Of what people think about Me
Always biting my fist Writing a list In my mind of what I shouldn't say Ever again Unless I want to lose all of my friends
But there's a light The freaky things that take flight When I open my mouth Don't freak him out He likes to hear my voice Wants to hear what I think Even if what I say stinks...
Shut Up • Opuss № I