You brought up to me just the other day
That there are these three special words I never say
But it doesn’t mean in their silence they don’t still ring true
Somehow the ringing remains silent to you
While it so loud to me, almost deafening
The ringing sounds sweet and pure but even more frightening
But maybe that’s just me
Keeping up with my paranoid tendencies
The tendency to run from the one I’m thinking of
Me trying to hide from the vicious demon others call love
I have changed the way I speak, the way I look, the way I act
So there won’t be a soul in the world who I could attract
But you conti