Hello dear heart, it's me again.
I know I've shut you out,
But I could really use a friend.

My self esteem just took a trip
To Bermuda I think,
But I'm pretty sure without it,
My mind is going to sink.

My tongue is firmly pressed against
The roof of this dry mouth.
And the minutes, they all drag on,
Solemnly marching south.

Perhaps I'll find my words again
And say what's on my mind.
My tongue is always in the way,
And they don't have the time.

The clock marches impatiently
Keeping steady tempo
To the stepping of many feet.
I think I'll just lay low.

Perhaps one day I'll open up
to everyone around.
I open my mouth and breathe in...
Not a sound.