Truth of Reticence


I don't want to talk to you
not cause I don't trust you enough
I don't want to talk to you
cause it'd hurt you seeing me hurt
I don't want to take to you
caue you'd want to go out there
and do everything that'd make me feel better,
and say everything that'd make me feel better.
And, as much as I like that,
am not ready for it yet.

I don't want to talk to you
cause you care too much
at the expense of your sanity!
I don't want to talk to you
cause you wish the best of me
Care for me less, and I will be fine.
For the things I feel at the moment
are nothing but passing clouds
I will be fine, I promise!



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