Wait on the platform in silence New Jersey transit train Factory with broken out Windows Across the way We're a lot like them Once perfectly clear Begging be seen through Lately Just shattered and adgy Nothing to be seen through to
Please say something We're not touching Pride is uor proud leader
My chest is aching and heavy One million words weighed down Inmates of my mouth Oh to Just say them But i don't know how To articulate the truth When you are resentful and quiet I know Iam, too
Please say something But I don't either The train is coming around So ahy don't we?
I'm still hoping The end is so much sweeter We'll start trusting That Holy Shost healer
