I think I think too much
I've kind of had it with myself
It's why I'm always searching for distraction
all the time, constantly
When I stop, I think
When I think I start to write things out
But what use are the words I find
when I can't show them to anyone
I can't say it aloud
It becomes like screaming
at the top of your lungs
In a room full of the deaf and blind