misunderstood

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sometimes my words won't come out
the way i want them too
i don't want to make excuses
so i stand there
wondering what should i do
scared that time is running out
i'm sorry
is all that i can muster
while the truth slips off my tongue
down my throat
and into the stomach
never to be heard again
i wish i could speak
but i don't want to make excuses
so i'm misunderstood

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