These words that form on my lips,
Never come out right,
They twist and turn, and sound all wrong,
Despite of how hard I fight,
The words you hear are not my thoughts,
But something deep within,
Without a beat, without a rhyme,
The light is getting dim,
I never knew how wrong I was,
Until my thoughts you heard,
But now I know, the most important, are the unspoken words.