Bah, you make me hate my silence.
I have always been a listener,
An observer
A thinker.
A proverbial introvert.
And I use to cherish it.
I thought myself better because of it.
But now, when I need most to talk
I freeze and think instead.
No, actually, I just freeze, with no thought
Bah, you make me hate my silence

Press me to talk Angel
Ask me questions, any question, you know
Ill answer.
Ask me my dreams, my hopes
My past, my present and future.
And somewhere in all of that
When I feel I can, I promise
Ill start to talk more,
Without you pressing me for it.

Regrettably I am silent
But I am more than willing to change
If that will make you happy.