Afraid to Speak
What good does it do us to feel?
But what does feeling have?
When is feeling good what you revere?
Why is it so painful feeling bad?
They tell you that you should love yourself
But then they have no love for you
So you try to say, I don't care,
They're all full of themselves
But you know that you would that you could do
Anything to get someone's attention
Something to acknowledge you are there
Someone to recognize your tension
Someone who's there when you ask where
Are all the friends I knew so well hiding?
Why won't they simply stay the same?
Why do I deserve this deriding?
Motivation listed: Source of shame
What good does it do us to feel?
But what does feeling have?
When is feeling good what you revere?
Why is it so painful feeling bad?
They tell you that you should love yourself
But then they have no love for you
So you try to say, I don't care
They're all full of themselves
But you know that you would that you could do
Anything to get someone's attention
Something to acknowledge you are there
Someone to recognize your tension
Someone who's there when you ask where
Are all the friends I knew so well hiding?
Why won't they simply stay the same?
Why do I deserve this deriding?
Motivation listed: Source of shame
But what does feeling have?
When is feeling good what you revere?
Why is it so painful feeling bad?
They tell you that you should love yourself
But then they have no love for you
So you try to say, I don't care,
They're all full of themselves
But you know that you would that you could do
Anything to get someone's attention
Something to acknowledge you are there
Someone to recognize your tension
Someone who's there when you ask where
Are all the friends I knew so well hiding?
Why won't they simply stay the same?
Why do I deserve this deriding?
Motivation listed: Source of shame
What good does it do us to feel?
But what does feeling have?
When is feeling good what you revere?
Why is it so painful feeling bad?
They tell you that you should love yourself
But then they have no love for you
So you try to say, I don't care
They're all full of themselves
But you know that you would that you could do
Anything to get someone's attention
Something to acknowledge you are there
Someone to recognize your tension
Someone who's there when you ask where
Are all the friends I knew so well hiding?
Why won't they simply stay the same?
Why do I deserve this deriding?
Motivation listed: Source of shame
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Writer(s): Willia Shaw
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