When I try to speek my mind
Or put my thoughts to words
It never comes out clear
My point is never heard
My friends don't seem to get
What's going through my mind
So I open up this book
And write between the lines
When somethings going on
And I need to let it out
Talking doesn't help
And it doesn't help to shout
I sit down in a chair
And start spinning rhymes
And my confuseion exits there
Stuck between the lines
When a fact that I know
Is one I'd rather keep
But it bugs me to the point
Where I can't even sleep
I open up the pages
That only I can find
What comes up there stays there
Living only between the lines