Im rather good at dancing around my words
from fear I can't move to the beat of the truth that lingers on my lips
I'm scared I lose the beat of your heart
and all of my rhymic dancing will go out the window
Sometimes I wish my eyes could speak
I wish I could plug up speakers
so they could scream my pain
that my toune would never allow me to spit out
when I think about it you'd still never hear
adverted eyes when you touch
they hide away behind my eyelids
because for them to see you kiss hurts
even if my eyes could cry in volume
I'd still end up muting myself
I wish you could tell
that I'm living in a glass house of emotion
and your throwing rocks with a boy I hide them from
so transparent
sometimes i think you know but you don't want to
so i'll return back to my glass house.
