The same words, same phrase
On the tip of my tongue
Wanting to speak now for days
But my thoughts have just begun

I lack the nerves
The words are stuck
So my path swerves
My chance flies, and I duck

Another chance for what could’ve been
If only I could speak aloud
But Fear takes my words, makes my speech end
And leaves me wondering how

Perhaps I’ll try again tomorrow
Once I find courage to borrow.