• Lips are shaking ,
    and hands are shaking,
    and tongues are twisting ,
    and words are dying.

    But if I slip into oblivion,
    have I told it all?
    I've told you times before
    but a stranger speaks a foreign tongue,
    nothing breaks the padded wall
    like no one hears a silent scream,
    no one sees what could have been.

    But if I slip into oblivion
    will you still remember me?
    Are my words bold enough?
    Was I ever good enough?

    Thoughts are racing ,
    hands are shaking,
    tongues are twisting,
    I am dying
    because I never could,
    but I can and I will.

    But in rapid succession I feel myself losing
    I feel myself lying
    falling and weightless
    my mouth gaping open
    I'm choking on air,
    and my throat is swollen.

    I try to scream, and cry and rage,
    but a stranger speaks a foreign tongue
    no one hears what I have to say
    no one knows what the dead think
    and no one sees what they don't believe.

    So if I slip into oblivion
    I will tell you what I feel,
    but I speak a foreign tongue
    and strangers never feel at home,
    so then I'm meant to walk and talk alone.

    But the words don't come out
    because words cannot describe,
    so they squirm on my tongue like a man waiting to die.
    but Time expires and I'm ashes in the wind.
    No one misses what was never there
    like no one knows that I was here.