Lots of people would rather speak them instead
Of thinking about them and what they mean
And how they relate to everything
But me, those billion words stay upstairs
In a solitary place where no one cares
To listen to them but me
They live inside this fantasy
That I fondly call my mind
All these words are holed up inside
And I can't always let them out
Even though they're ready to shout
The walls upstairs are often soundproof
It's safer that way, if I were telling the truth
Because if they began to come out in waves
I couldn't stop them, there's nothing I could say
To slow down the eager words
Holed up for so long, nowhere to turn
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