I don't want to talk to you anymore; I'm afraid of what I
might say I bite my tongue everytime you come around, 'cause
blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.
Hand over my heart; I swear I've tried everything within all
my power. Two weeks and one hour I slaved, and now I've got
nothing to show. Oh, if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall.
From now on, I'm gonna start holding my breath
when you come around and you flex that fake grin, 'cause
something inside me has said more than twice that
breathing less air beats breathing you in!
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Hand over my mouth; I'm earning the right to my silence.
In quiet, discerning between ego and timing. Good
judgment is once again proving to me that it's
still worth it's weight in gold.
So from now on I'm gonna be so much more wary
when you start to speak and my warm bloods starts to boil,
that seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice
is like chewing tin foil.
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High fives to better judgment. By saying less, I will gain more.
Low twos to you my fickle friend, who brought the art of silent war.