I sit here for hours thinking about what to say.
I could say what I really want to say but that just wouldn't make sense.
Instead I have to speak in riddles and lies.
If I told you the truth there wouldn't be anything to protect me from failure.
I'm sure you'd love to know and you might even deserve to know but still I can't tell you.
It hurts to not say what needs to be spoken.
I can't think when all of these words are stuck inside my head.
I would love nothing more then to tell you.
But then you'd know who I am.
Damn.. These last two lines don't start with I. I must not be selfish enough.
~Jerod~
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