Slapped away, my hand recoils again
What have I done?
I'll never say anything again.

I've learned some words
Ones that never excite
For if that occurs,
I'm afraid I might die.

What's the matter?
I haven't once spoken wrong
Haven't we shared enough chatter,
To move this thing along?

"There's nothing bad
I just don't really feel that drawn
You've watched everything you said
And so you haven't said anything at all."