The more you say,
The more I stray,
The more I feel that you're pushing me away.
Threading needles to fill up this sidewalk's crack,
Only o be clipped by your machine gun mouth.
My body's beaten, my soul is sore,
I don't know if I can handle much more.
I am tired of your calloused personality,
So in silence I will cringe.

Don't mistake my silence for passivity,
Don't think it is a "yes" or "go on, it's okay."
Even the strongest person vent out,
You would never want to hear what it is that may come from my mouth.
Just keep in mind, no one has ever planned a ****** out loud.
Staring at this hour glass,
Counting every grain of sand,
Thread lightly,
It might reset,
Or just simply, like my patience,
Run out.