Jake's Road

Sitting here in silence So ing loud I can't cope Unbearable, deafening noise Capable of waking the dead I'm guessing there's some anger I can feel it hovering Like ready to pounce Upon the first poor fool Can it up mister And put it away Back in your little heart You've tried to choke me with I want to be left alone With my own voice for comfort Only hand to hold being mine Without suffocating through the day So buck up twinkle toes And pull up your britches Stop screaming with your eyes Burning my flesh with your wounds Emotion is my nemesis Sent to destroy this defense