I don't want to talk to you anymore;
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue everytime you come around,
cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.
From now on I'm gonna start holding my breath when you come around
and you flex that fake grin, cause something inside me has said more than twice
that breathing less air beats breathing you in!
So from now on I'm gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak
and my warm blood starts to boil,
High fives to better judgement. By saying less, I will gain more.
Low twos to you my fickle friend, who brought the art of silent war.