What if I run outta things to say... Or what it is I'd really like to say is my own lil secret held in for reasons of the unseen tryin to avoid the expiration of to fuckin late... Let's say I told u I have attachment issues n it's why I don't let to many behind the lines to loosen me up... Who's to say there's not something else I don't let be known jus bcuz there's no one to enjoy the refusal of luv... N if my lips neva bounce a vibe soakin up the flava to be heard know I chew on a expressions to be set free... N Yet the thought of the details alone is jus not allowed to speak... Muted sounds don't ride the flow of words that are simply never chosen... Sleepin n holdin on to empty motions on the ends of emotions... In the sush of silence if it were to find a tone it say more than what's spoiled in the spill on the tongue... So, what if it came out n said hey yo hun... As there's things not every or jus anyone needs to know... As if said whoa... n actually escaped... Some things are at the tips of beltin out the grip that strangles the rush til the moment awakens me by hearin my name said in a way...