Words
Oh the words I'd love to speak
Oh these feelings run so deep
I'll never have the chance
To be completely heard
For everything I say
I'm told did not occur
I'll never have the chance
To be completely understood
For everything I say
I'm told is no good
I'll never have the chance
To be completely right
For everything I say
Will leave me contrite
I'll never have the chance
To be completely true
For everything I say
Ends up misconstrued
I'll never have the chance
To be completely me
For everything I say
Causes nothing but debris
I'll never have the chance
To be completely at peace
Until the bewitching hour
My body has deceased
Oh the words I'd love to speak
If only I weren't quite so meek
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