I think before I speak, Then other times.. Well, it all just seems to overflow, just rushes past my lips, the words that I tried to hard to swallow back down , the words that escaped so violently. They push past my closed mouth clawing at my jaws to open wide..The words I let hang on my tongue will always find a way to slowly pry themselves out of me, They just don't understand.
Secrets are meant to be silent, Yet they always manage a way out.
Those sneaky little things.