This tongue in me won't sing won't speak. These lungs won't breathe. And it's getting to me. Those eyes can't see what's inside me. They try but they can't get it out. And it burns. And it permeates on the tip of my tongue. Not a liar though I wish I was one. If I could sing these words one thing. It burns it stings. And it's moving through me. So I decide to keep it inside. Hold tight. Hold it 'til it's too late. So spit it out!. As it permeates. As it suffocates me. On the tip of my tongue. As it burns. I can't breathe. So it turns. And it suffocates in what's left of my lungs. And it burns. And it permeates on what's left of the tip of my tongue. Not a liar though I wish I was one. I can't speak