I may be silent
I may be an introvert
I may be that silent kid in the back
And I know sometimes my thoughts are violent
But my soul will be deafening

Yes,
I guess sometimes
I would rather be in a book than reality
But if we could talk you’ll see
That I am really not that bad

And I might not always express it
But my feelings are sometimes suffocating me
And I can’t always tell you
I will try,
maybe not in the ways you know
But hopefully you’ll pick up
on my thoughts

I sit and I listen
As a wallflower; I know the secrets
That are not always audible…

The secret of the wallflower
I may be silent
I may be an introvert
I may be that silent kid in the back
And I know sometimes my thoughts are violent
But my soul will be deafening

Yes,
I guess sometimes
I would rather be in a book than reality
But if we could talk you’ll see
That I am really not that bad

And I might not always express it
But my feelings are sometimes suffocating me
And I can’t always tell you
I will try,
maybe not in the ways you know
But hopefully you’ll pick up
on my thoughts

I sit and I listen
As a wallflower; I know the secrets
That are not always audible…