Thoughts.

Isn't it strange When you want to shout aloud In the crowd but you can't And when you're alone, you won't? Isn't it strange When we know what we want And what we want Isn't what wants us? So say Fuck you and move on

The tears from my eyes, won't tell you any story; The voice that died, refuses to say sorry; Those nights aren't aware of the dreams downright scary; These lips now hide the burden I carry; Do you hear my silence? Can you read my thoughts? Do I have a choice? I want to be left…