Emotions Of Lava

I’m not one to whisper, I’d rather stay silent; Emotions of lava erupt leaving their ash; Pain peels out like magma; I’m not one to whisper to hide a wicked scream; Not blessed with a soft touch; The way I use my pen? You had to have a hunch; I’m not one to whisper or tone down hi octane; One hundred miles an hour is how fast my mind flies; Let’s go on that detour; I’m not one to whisper or second guess my heart; Maybe it cracks to bits, but oh what a wild ride to discover what fits.