I won't beg you
I won't try to explain
You'll only think
I'm making excuses
And talking to me,
Would be useless.
The more I talk
The less you hear
And suddenly it's as if
I'm not even there.
So the less I say
The better it be
I'll just sit here
And let you think
The worst of me.
That way I can't disappoint
Surely I don't want
To let you down,
So no excuses
No back-peddling
I'll just sit in
The middle of the road
That way if you chose
To run me down,
I first gave you chance
To go around.
Here I am
Alone in guilt
Coz the more I talk
The less you'll see
So I'll just sit here
And let you think
The worst of me.
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