No, breaking the silence wasn’t hard.
It was easy to move beyond the point where I didn’t want to talk
To the point where I couldn’t stop revealing everything
It was a disease really
But one I bore well. I think.
I wasn’t born yesterday, after all.
Forever peachy, I was starting to think
Youth and beauty would last forever
Who would deny exquisiteness
When your hair looked like that?
And your skin glowed.
But the single point where it got too hard
Was when I realized the sweet name of innocence
Was less of a war path, more of a peace drive
Just staying stagnant.
Could never be enough
Even for me with my raw heart
The game was turning sour
And the points were piling up against me
But I thought I could hide behind
The sweet name of innocence
I thought wrong.