Im a prisoner of words unsaid

Just lonely feelings locked away in my head

I trapped myself further every time i stay quiet.

I should start to speak but i stop and stay silent.

And now I've made my own hard bed.

Inside this prison of words unsaid.

P.O.W. thats what i am.

Not a prisoner of war.

A prisoner of words.

Mostly i say what you want to hear.

Could you take it if i came clear.

Or would you rather see me stoned.

On a drug of complacency and compromise.

M.I.A. i guess thats what i am.

Scraping this cold hard earth.

For a PIECE of myself.

For PEACE IN myself.

It'd be easy if you just put me in jail.

If you locked me away id have someone to blame.

But these bars of steel are of my making.

They surround my mind and have me shaking .

My hands are cuffed behind my back.

I'm the prisoner of the worst kind in fact.

I'm a prisoner of compromise.
a prisoner of compassion.
a prisoner of kindness.
a prisoner of expectation.
a prisoner of my youth.

Run too fast to be old.

I'd forgotten what I was told.

Ain't I a sight to behold.

A prisoner of age dying to be young.

To my head is my hand with a gun and its cold and its hard.

Cuz theres no where to run where youth caged YOURSELF.

By Holding Your Tongue.

I'm a prisoner of words unsaid.

Just lonely feelings locked away in my head.

It's like solitary confinement.

Every time i stay quiet.

I should start to speak.

But i STOP.

And stay silent.

And now I've made my own hard bed

Inside this prison of words unsaid.