I can feel you want to talk with me as much I do
yet we both hesitate
speechless genius turns out struggler
till sound can claim your voice
you're running circles in my head...... stop!

make up your mind what you want
I'm still ****** as hell at you for leaving me dry out so
do you think my silence means I agree?
no.

I'm quite mad at you, but I love you more
and the vase of flowers I give you, is yours
I've told you before, but you didn't catch it
I cannot turn my back on you, even when you tear speech away.