Between Silence And Soliloquy

I'm resigned and i'm redundant
Every action seems immature
With every answer I stumble

I'm searching for a balance between honesty and awkwardness
I'm searching for a balance between silence and soliloquy

I'm prone to melodrama; it circumvents my self control
What the fuck was i thinking? Was i thinking?

I disguise my vulnerability in enigmatic prose
Cloak and dagger, nursery rhymes,
The feelings that i'll disclose
But if i could just cram those words back into my mouth, i would
If you wouldn't feel so bad

Regardless of the truth, these are not the words you need to hear
As if they make any difference...

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