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Unspoken Truth
The silence in your voice
Like the calm before a storm
My mind on edge
Rehearsing destruction that's gonna form
Your actions speaking clear
Of what your mouth won't say
Yet I still sit and wait
Like a slave to game
The unspoken truth
Haunting my every move
Capturing my every thought
Imprisoning my mood
Swings coming frequently
Got me fuck'n up my lines
Cause I keep lookin back
Clock says quarter till nine
Stood up again
No call
No show
Feelin like I've been replaced
By the girl on the low
Consumed by the thoughts
Of the what if and I thinks
Only release
Is my pad and my ink
You're gone and I know
Yet I still want proof
Not man enough to give it
So I'll un-confine myself
And rely on the unspoken truth…
Written by NaTonya