Not asking questions is what got me

in trouble in the first place

I’ll still write a poem

telling you what I think

 

Not telling the truth is what got me

in trouble in the first place

I still won’t trust you

until I understand what you are thinking

 

Not saying the right words is what got me

in trouble in the first place

I’ll still hold back

until it rolls off my tongue effortlessly

 

Not speaking my mind is what got me

in trouble in the first place

I’ll still bite my tongue until I taste blood

 

Just too many times I kept my mouth shut