Unsaid

Sometimes I don't speak The words are better left in my head Stewing in their bitter stock Sometimes I don't talk Afraid of how the words slide off A tired and tripping tongue A thought left undone When you say things to me That are better left unsaid My defense digs me deeper in instead And I say things to you That are better left unsaid Sometimes I don't see Blind to you emotionally Left alone I can deal Sometimes I don't feel Afraid of how I may be controlled I don't think I'm as strong As I like to let on