In the night-I want to whisper,
All the things-I meant to say,
Through out the day-and my lifetime,
Do you want to hear-what I wanted to say?

That no that dress doesn't suit you,
No I am not okay,
Why don't you let me choose?
There's so much that I didn't say.

One last goodbye to my pepere,
No-wait I had that chair,
Do you really care?
No-that doesn't sound fair,
Does anybody truly care?

I swallow these words,
They go far down,
Never to return,
Until this night,

When these words unspoken,
Come back up,
They've awoken,
Every single thought that's been caught,

Stuck in my head,
Or at the tip of my tongue,
They flat line-are dead,
Before anyone could see wrong,

That I bite my tongue,
For too many times,
Nobody had heard my truths,
Except for with these rhymes,

It is easier to write-then to speak,
I know speaking is pretty easy,
But my voice is far to weak,
And my thoughts far to messy,

For anybody to truly want to hear,
All that I fear,
All that has been untold,
Of why I sometimes I feel cold,

Theres no reason for others to hear my voice,
So holding my words back aren't really a choice,
For even if they are spoken,
Nobody will actually listen,

Sure-some of my words have no real meaning,
But they speak volumes of what I'm feeling,
Or of what's going on in my head,
But most of those words come out dead;

Born to nothing but air,
No vocal cords vibrated,
My heart thinks it's unfair,
My mind is still not sated,
I guess it might never be,

If I keep bitting my tongue-so much it bleeds,
I will no longer have a tongue to speak,
I'll try to speak the words I find needs,
For even if its not only my voice that's weak.