i can't keep these things inside.
i'm much too loud for that.
my strength in front of weakness,
i'll set aside for now.
you sit there while i speak.
just staring at the floor.
this rainy day assembly
is going nowhere in this forum of usual apathy.
tell me what you really think of me.
i'll help you make your mind
on how it's gonna be.
we'll aggravate this silence
with empty words and cower into secret rage,
too scared to ever be
aware of what you really think of me.
i find it harder to live with myself
every time you tear me down.
it works its way through our circle of friends,
and it's coming back around.
looking at your display of social bigamy,
be honest, what do you really think?
i want to hear it straight from your mouth,
i'll find out eventually.
tell me what you really think of me.