Silence can betray your thoughts
I know that you have things to say to me
Your words are claiming you don’t know
But all the things you’d convey
Are rolling down your cheeks
Pouring from your eyes
They’re pooling on your chin
Escaping in your sighs
Hurt my precious feelings
Call me rotten names
Scream aloud and cry and shout and
Make audacious claims
Just tell me what you’re thinking
For chrissake please say anything at all
Silence is no cover for
The brief moments [frustration] your anger gets your best
Deep inside your conscious
All those moments sit
Like throwing stones in fists
Swung but not released
Trapped inside your hands
Like idle threats they tease
Well toss them at me please
Hurt my precious feelings
Call me rotten names
Scream aloud and cry and shout and
Make audacious claims
Just tell me what you’re thinking
Just say something at all
Just tell me what my sorry ass
Can do to fix it all
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