Through the passion, the anger
and the bold assertions
it may be hard to see
that I would rather not be talking about this
And the wider I spread my arms,
and the louder my voice becomes
the more I long for silence
and a solitude which asks no confirmation
Opinions are contagious
language, a game which you lose
by explaining that you don't want to play
And each concession I draw from you
each square of common ground we find
is one step further
from the hilltop I wish I was on
alone,
if you don't mind.
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC
Through the passion, the anger
and the bold assertions
it may be hard to see
that I would rather not be talking about this
And the wider I spread my arms,
and the louder my voice becomes
the more I long for silence
and a solitude which asks no confirmation
Opinions are contagious
language, a game which you lose
by explaining that you don't want to play
And each concession I draw from you
each square of common ground we find
is one step further
from the hilltop I wish I was on
alone,
if you don't mind.
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