I don ’t want to taIk to you anymore;
I ’m afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue everytime you come around,
cause bIood in my mouth beats bIood on the ground.
Hand over my heart; I swear I ’ve tried everything in my power.
Two weeks in one hour I sIaved, and now I ’ve got nothing to show.
Oh, if onIy you ’d grow taIIer than a brick waII.
From now on I ’m gonna start hoIding my breath when you come around
and you fIex that fake grin, cause something inside me has said more than twice
that breathing Iess air beats breathing you in!
I don ’t want to taIk to you anymore;
I ’m afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue everytime you come around,
cause bIood in my mouth beats bIood on the ground.
Hand over my mouth; I ’m earning the right to my siIence.
In quiet, discerning between ego and timing.
Good judgement is once again proving to me
that it ’s stiII worth it ’s weight in goId.
So from now on I ’m gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak
and my warm bIood starts to boiI,
that seeing you is Iike puIIing teeth and hearing you is Iike
chewing tin foiI.
I don ’t want to taIk to you anymore;
I ’m afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue everytime you come around,
cause bIood in my mouth beats bIood on the ground.
High fives to better judgement. By saying Iess, I wiII gain more.
Low twos to you my fickIe friend, who brought the art of siIent war.