Oh, pardon me, I've spilled my guts
If you'd only move, I'd pick them up
And put them back where they belong,
Inside of me, not in a song,
Or in a letter for you to hold,
When nothing melts a heart that's cold.
I know better this time, come on and face it,
You know you'd only throw out, or waste it,
And I can't take more of that,
When being quiet is where it's at.
I mean look at you,
Standing there in silent safety,
Never uttering a word to save me,
Because in you they don't exist,
And now I see that's what I missed,
I missed the words you never said,
I didn't see the absence of,
A heart that carried any love…for me.
And yet my mouth and heart betrayed me,
Giving away the words that fill me… to you.
Sharing thoughts that almost kill me…with you.
Sacrificing both pride and dignity…for you.
But no more.
This heart has tamed it's need to feel.
All that remains, is the hurt to heal.
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