I don’t speak.
It’s easier that way.
Not because I’m not brave,
Or have nothing to say.
But because my tongue was cut out
By you know who,
The day he locked the door
To my bedroom.

I use to be good at this thing called talking.
I would open my mouth and
It just happened.
Now when I part my lips
All that comes out is a cold, dead, cough.
Where did all the words go?

I've never felt so safe letting someone in my head.
You had a way about you that took away all the dread.
You spoke with such clarity,
Looked at me with such sincerity-
And put my heart in your own chest
Leaving me with a bare breast.
Does my heart weight you down-
Or make you smile instead of frown?
Do you feel it in there?
Having it's quite rare.

I knew you wouldn't stay-
Yet I gave it to you anyway.
Call that vain,
Yet I'd rather feel all the pain
Than never to have said anything
To you who makes my soul sing.