The Quiet One

I've got so many things to tell

That you left on the table

Didn't look so bad, honestly

Don't have to speak out because

They'll come out when the time has come

And fuck you up more than you see

No need to call them out, you know you don't want to

Running out of things to excuse

Excuses only will remain out

Only you can see why you're in so much hurry

Because you're insecure, believe it or not

It'll take much out of you more than anyone else, you may think

Doesn't matter which one is on you

It's been already there since you felt

Can't get over the thoughts

Thoughts of getting caught by myself

People that you're scared of

Dying to show everyone that you got it, no shit

Running out of things to excuse,

Excuses only you'll care

Everyone will understand you why, the reason you just can't be quiet

You think you're insecure,

You think it is the worst

So that's why you left it on the table

With the seats, seats are unattended

Hope someone comes