Mad Or Madly Broken

If I wanna scream, I’ll scream, Tear myself apart seam by seam, Fill my lungs with needles and sand And try to make them understand. If I wanna break, I’ll break. When you can’t feel, you feel no ache; I’m not afraid to shatter down, To send my shock waves through this town. If I wanna yield, I’ll yield; I’ll my voice down, well concealed. But when it all burns and you lose your path, Wonder if my silence was worth its aftermath. See more at: http://www.dixiepoetry.wordpress.com