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There’s a lump in my throat and its because of this mess

I thought if I didn’t talk it would hurt a little less

But I was wrong it just keeps building and hurting even more

The more I keep quiet the more it gets sore



I can’t even speak and if I could what would I say

A stupid, “how was the weather today?”

I can’t begin because I don’t know how to

How about some hints or just one little clue



Swallowing has become a task I cannot bear

Soon I’ll gasping for breathes of precious air

This could be a blessing more than a curse

Instead of a room, being in a hearse



I knew that I could have made it better some way

But instead I stayed in my room and in bed I lay

I knew I should have talked just a little bit

But I feel like I’m just asking for another hit



I need these things to be solved in my head

These things that I wake up to and dread

They need to get off my chest

So i can put these feelings to rest



This is holding be back from what is right

But the pain is something I cannot fight

Maybe I just need a little help from you

And maybe that help will help you too



There is still a lump in my throat because of this mess

I know I have to talk to make it hurt less

For my suffering and pain it's the only cure left for me

I need to undo the chains get myself free