Theres things im not yet ready to tell,
Haunting me like a spell.
Things you just wouldnt understand,
Make me feel so darn damned.
If I told you I would stutter,
My mouth, would feel like rubber.
I\'d start to talk,
Then i would just drop.
If you read this and wonder,
Under the thunder,
What im talking about, and who im talking to,
Thats the issue,
You will never know,
So go,
Its no use,
I\'ll just find and excuse,
Put my neck in a noose,
Well thats news.
Please come soon