Lights back down under my feet
Hiding somewhere underneath my own fears
Holding on to something I never though I had
Always using words to save my own ass
I quess using words is enough to scare people
Or even hurt people
Now I know the experience
Maybe I should cut my mouth ?
Or using stitches to close my mouth forever
What people aways say
Doing things can tell you more words
Than you ever can tell
With your tiny little painfull words
Now I consider if its better to live with
My fear of people and use my words against them
Or just letting all go trough to me
And never use words to save my ass
Well I love silence
So I use my black shiny knive for one more time
Just to cut my painfull words
