I can hear the whispers,
Leaving the sinking sunkin feeling,
Like my heart is a pit,
My favorite position,
Chriscrossed hands on my ankles,
Book in my lap,
Turning in on myself,
Like a well phrased chorus,
Everyone can see the notes,
But not all could read,
I'm not sad nor bitter,
I'm a bird in a cage full of trees,
A fish on a leash,
Going no where, don't follow me.