Why bother keeping this secret.
Holding onto this life
When the truth offends only me
And becomes too much to carry.
I hold my lips tight together
Wishing there was some other means to keep it that way, except by hand.
Plus I look stupid anyway, standing here, with people walking around me wondering:
What is up with that dude?
Lips cold and gray-blue.
Been this way for 28 years now.
Starting to loose feeling all over my body now.
But you don't notice me giving you the silent treatment.
Less words are spoken now.
Thank God I can breath through my nose
Or else I'd be long dead.
For the next 28 years
I'll take a different course.
I will build.
Soon there will be one final brick to lay,
The one that will seal my fate and box me in for good.
But it was never about me.
Bought these bricks and cement to protect them...
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