I'm sad to say I've lost my words.
I know, it's queer I'd lose something so close to my heart,
but, I've lost them.
Every harsh insult, every slap in the face, beats at me,
and sadly I have nothing to say.
So yes, I've lost my words.
I cannot find them.
I almost fear you've stolen them away,
locked them in a tight box, hidden in a lost, far off place.
I've lost my words,
and maybe if I can find the key,
I'll finally have something that will save me.