This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now
It twist into snakes
It drys quick
It turns into a river stream
And most days it makes me heave

This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now
It quakes when life leaves
It stammers and splutters like crickets
It is silent and Forgetful
And most days it is torture to clean

This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now
And most days I'm grateful to have such a cursed tongue
It wraps around my larynx and cuts my speech
It becomes so long it reaches the pits of my stomach making me weak
It hides secrets that no one
Should
Or ever will know