You say that I understand, you say that I seem to care.
How I want that to be true.
You say that I am a support, feel better for me being there.
How I wish I deserved such praise.

I don't really understand, ride from one day to the next.
Reacting to what comes along.
Never picking up on what's being said in the sub-text.
Sliding swiftly over the ravines.

Please don't expect me to solve all of your problems.
I have no idea about my own.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to listen to the symptoms,
But I have no special insight.

There are some things I have been through that ought to mean
I could share the pain with others.
But when moments arrive, my mouth dries, and just can't seem
To utter words that dwell inside.

Once something has been said, there is no taking it back.
A well meant phrase taken wrong.
So much better then to keep the thoughts and spare the flack.
The truth can often be too hard.

It's not in my nature to show my feelings, so yours scare me.
I know that I should really try.
But until some revelation releases my heart from its slavery,
Please accept my silence instead.