Every time I speak is a waste of words
I could talk and talk, yet I'm never heard
You say I should always speak my mind
But when I reveal the truth, you avert your eyes
What is it you want?
Do you even
know?
You take the twisted path
when I show you the road.
I feel we're losing touch,
we're drifting away
And I don't know
how much longer I'll stay.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Every time I speak is a waste of words
I could talk and talk, yet I'm never heard
You say I should always speak my mind
But when I reveal the truth, you avert your eyes
What is it you want?
Do you even
know?
You take the twisted path
when I show you the road.
I feel we're losing touch,
we're drifting away
And I don't know
how much longer I'll stay.
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