You say that sometimes my words hurt you
That you don’t want to hear about my past because you are my future
You don’t like it when I get drunk and snippets of truth fall out of my mouth
You say that kinda stuff I should keep to myself
But baby there are so many more words to tell
I know they’d hurt you
So I hold them inside of me like a wasp on my tongue
Letting them sting me instead
-Lydia Joy
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