Sick to death...filled to the brim
Of feigning interest in your life
Be it a god...be it a knife
An answer to the never ending strife
To hold your tongue speaks of truthful pain
It's not like I haven't already heard you complain
Silence ain't golden then gold has turned to shit
Don't tell me, once again
I've lost what I'll never find
Tripped down when I was blind
But at least I know when to drain the bitter cup
And when its time to simply just shut the fuck up!
Go ahead...cut it up or cut this back
I only hope you understand indifference
To hold your tongue speaks of truthful pain
It's not like I haven't already heard you complain
Silence ain't golden then gold has turned to shit
Don't tell me, once again
I've lost what I'll never find
Tripped down when I was blind
But at least I know when to drain the bitter cup
And when its time to simply just shut the fuck up!