I can’t make myself say anything, to anyone.
Then again, I’m the only one listening.
Silence is a good thing now
But sooner or later I’ll slip up
And I’ll say something stupid
Like “I love you”
I think it enough anyways
Then again, no one could shut me up.
But my mouth has ceased to open
Now I can’t shut me off.
I can’t explain my thoughts to anyone
Not even really sure I understand
I think I do
But then again...
