
127、 The listening
--lights
Please excuse me
I'm not thinking clear
It must just be stress
But I likely shouldn't be here
I'm such a mess
I never really ever know what to say
When all of my emotions get in the way
I'm just trying to get us on the same page (Wish I could explain)
I always get it better right afterward
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard
How come I can never get the right words
I need to convey