2004-02-29 / 3:22 a.m.
Selective Muteness

If I could admit it

I'd tell you how I feel

Tell you what you sense

But never hear

From the depths of my heart

I'd tell you what I mean

But fear makes a gag

And renders me with selective muteness

And I find that I can say anything

But the words I know I need to

And the sounds you need

Never seem to come out

And we just drift further

Apart