I speak out,
And everything's misunderstood,
You say I mean one thing,
When I know I mean another,
My words are constantly misinterpreted.
I go to speak up,
Instead of my usual silence,
But what do I say?
Do I try to formulate words,
That are just going to be,
Twisted against me?
I may be meek,
When it comes down to you,
But trust me when I say,
Take my silence as gold,
Because this round trip is old.
Gold is foolish though.
And that you should know.