I spoke too soon
Or maybe too late
In the wrong tone
With the wrong face
I spoke out of turn
Or I spoke not a word
My voice is too loud
Unless it’s not heard
I spoke with contempt
Or maybe with joy
Put a smile on my lips
Try not to annoy
I spoke all my hope
Or maybe my fear
Nothing quite right
But still so sincere
I spoke too late
Or maybe too soon
So I speak to myself
In the middle of ruin
~ shygirl