My tongue is split in half.
It try to speak the words, but all I do is hiss.
I turn my back on all that's said,
I hear no words, my mind is blank.
So I stare and stare until I produce the savior tear,
until it rolls down and I no longer need to hear.
They tell me it's ok.
I nod, appreciate, but now it's hot, and it's all I've got.
So I just stand and rush away,
for all the world I do not dare to stay.
The washroom's near. I will not bear this fear.
So with perfect ease and steps ahead I walk right back.
It is ok. That's what I try to say.
But when I speak, the truth's revealed.