Had this in your mind so long,

it's time you let your feelings show.

Are you afraid of what they say,

those old cliches.

Could not tell your truth from fact,

keep this poison pen intact,

you just don't know what lurks inside.

Now there's wreckage everywhere,

the pieces of your own despair,

the things you try to hide away will turn it's back on you again one day.

Excommunicate yourself,

from every thought of reason.

Refuse to justify the opposition is yourself,

only yourself.

When I try to speak,

words I might not mean could leak with everything I want to say.

I can act in line,

but lie to myself every time with everything I want to say.

Now there's wreckage everywhere,

the pieces of your own despair,

the things you try to hide away will turn it's back on you again one day

Excommunicate yourself,

from every thought of reason.

Refuse to justify the opposition is yourself,

only yourself.

Had this in your mind so long,

it's time you let your feelings show.