My poor defenseless tongue.
It gets trapped behind my teeth.
It gets bitten, it gets choked on,
when all it wants to do is speak.

My poor defenseless heart.
Locked behind a cage of steel.
Still it's beaten, still it's broken,
when all it wants to do is feel.

My poor defenseless brain.
It gets shut out by the two.
Sends impulses to heart and tongue,
but they can't seem to follow through.

Oh, my poor defenseless tongue.
Must be connected to my heart.
For they're both showed the  proper moves to make,
both get stopped before they start.