Dikembe
Librarians Kill For That Kind of Quiet
This is a complex heart-to heart So I won't say that I can't defend my art with this lack of restraintSo I'm slipping into the stained glass of this muscle memoryWith my lungs like an index, I'll be wading through context cluesAnd the things I should say, like "I wish I was brave enough to say this to you"But the effort it would place on a lasting impressionI'll be a footnote if I can't defend my artI can't defend my art, I can't defend my artI can't defend itYou could only teach me the wordsI could never learn how to say itI think I've had enough of the worst of the things I just take for granted
From Letras Mania