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I nod my head and I agree
I swallow down the parts of me
I put my own words on a shelf
And try to be someone else
But underneath the peace I keep
A tiny garden starts to creep
It doesn't bloom above the ground
It waits to make a louder sound
I look down at my polished shoes
I choose the words they'd like to use
But somewhere under all I say
A louder answer waits to play
I look down at my polished shoes
I choose the words they'd like to use
But I'm drawing lines inside my head
For all the words I haven't said
But underneath the peace I keep
A tiny garden starts to creep
It doesn't bloom above the ground
It waits to make a louder sound
I look down at my polished shoes
I choose the words they'd like to use
But somewhere under all I say
A louder answer waits to play
I look down at my polished shoes
I choose the words they'd like to use
But I'm drawing lines inside my head
For all the words I haven't said
