The pressure builds and builds
I try to hold it in
Try to keep my mouth shut
I bit down on my tongue
So hard....I taste blood
The bitter, copper taste
Fuels my rage
I'm hanging on by a thread
Ready to break
I had about all I can take
But still I hold it in
Letting it eat me alive
But not speaking a word
I don't know how much more I can't take
I'm about ready to break.
