There are so many things I want to say
But I ain't
You will never see what is underneath my face
I will shut my voice off
This is from a choice I made
A long time ago
And if I want to speak
You would probably hear my voice
But I am not like you
I lock my self in a room
And when I want to speak
I grap my pen and I am writting down
All those things I wanted to say...