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where are my words when I need them
open my eyes and I don't see them
look to the sky I really need them
lost without my story to tell
somebody please ring the bells
I think I'm having a nightmare
in the mist of my dream
no one wants to hear me scream
what is all the shouting about
why can I not speak a word about
things so repressed I must confess
a loss for words to say oppressed
it's so Monday Sunday was yesterday
I'm out of bed but woke up late
cooked an omelet in the microwave
laid back down hummed myself back to weep
hung over from secrets I have to keep
patching holes when I feel a leak
surrounded by conversation, yet
I cannot speak a word of my feelings
tell it to the raindrops that won't stop
tapping on my looking glass into the past
wind please don't blow too hard, might break
a heart like glass, wishing to sleep again
not to slumber, turning letters into numbers
counting each and every one of my blessings
if I reach to high I might disturb the sky
from falling down on me, got to tell my brother
something about my mother, before it's too late
tell him to hold back don't get the gauge
you got to be strong to break the cage
I swear it's so hard to contain so much rage
