Sometimes I get that old familiar feeling
Like I'm twisted up inside and I don't wanna be seen
Holding on, letting my face grow long
My guts become snakes that recoil at the slightest conflict arising Silence isn't free
The words I didn't say left a bad taste in my mouth
The punches I pulled landed in my face and knocked me out
The anger that escapes is disproportionate
It widens the divide and invites hate
Never again can I trust the impulse to suppress I've gotta fight to stop the instinct to protect the image of Someone without any problems
An image that crumbles when put to the test
There's nothing more that can be done for some
The fighting starts so young they have no chance
But when you go through life avoiding confrontation it perpetuates violence
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm standing like an eagle on the summit taking it all in
Bring it on, I got this one
It takes guts to walk out of the shadows when you don't know what you might have to do
Bravery, it ain't pretty
The words I didn't say left a bad taste in my mouth
The punches I pulled landed in my face and knocked me out
My voice might come out strained
I tend to overcompensate for holding in
And I could scream my guts out but I'd rather be singing
Just let it go