Sometimes I misplace the words that I know would resolve all conflict

I might have rehearsed it a thousand times

But still I am at lost for language

Instead my heart is left as abstract art

Up for mismatch interpretations

You've got me feeling so many feelings

And acting on so many actions

And thinking about so many things

By my tongue stays tied,

And my heart mute

Why can't you see how much I try

To turn up the amp of my soul and mic of my mind

I can't form my words over the melody of fear

It plays too loudly and makes my tongue ashamed

Of its inability to overpower caution