You’d think that with all the things I say
I would have no problem with expression
But that’s never been my truth at all
The truth is that I twist and I stumble
And I fall and I tumble
Then I speak (in mumbles) something like words
I say what I know and think what I say
But I don’t say what I think
I could blame situations or people
I could, and I wouldn’t be wrong
I also wouldn’t be very right
I’m always scared to think that somehow
I’m being severely misunderstood
And even more frightened of losing time
Half-explaining something important
Before I’ve lost the listening ear
By the time I am done worrying
I’ve completely lost them, regardless
And usually my own attention as well
So I make more friends than necessary
To greatly increase this chance
Of finding any listening ear
For anytime that I choose to speak
Upon matters most important to me
This plan has yet to work, though
Magically, they all disappear
At the flip of a switch, in which case I
Do nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And yet, I’m fine, it’s just my life’s way
I’m sure it’s my fault to begin with
For who else can I really blame?
No one notices or cares, right?
So why even worry or bother?
My heart has chosen to be troubled
That’s enough reason for me
Even if no one else gives a ****
It is what keeps me unique
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
You’d think that with all the things I say
I would have no problem with expression
But that’s never been my truth at all
The truth is that I twist and I stumble
And I fall and I tumble
Then I speak (in mumbles) something like words
I say what I know and think what I say
But I don’t say what I think
I could blame situations or people
I could, and I wouldn’t be wrong
I also wouldn’t be very right
I’m always scared to think that somehow
I’m being severely misunderstood
And even more frightened of losing time
Half-explaining something important
Before I’ve lost the listening ear
By the time I am done worrying
I’ve completely lost them, regardless
And usually my own attention as well
So I make more friends than necessary
To greatly increase this chance
Of finding any listening ear
For anytime that I choose to speak
Upon matters most important to me
This plan has yet to work, though
Magically, they all disappear
At the flip of a switch, in which case I
Do nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And yet, I’m fine, it’s just my life’s way
I’m sure it’s my fault to begin with
For who else can I really blame?
No one notices or cares, right?
So why even worry or bother?
My heart has chosen to be troubled
That’s enough reason for me
Even if no one else gives a ****
It is what keeps me unique
