This is a love story.

No Rest For The Repressed

I named a price for my silence
And I set up the whole auction
I sold it off at the cheapest deal I could get
What a burden to put on a kid
Too young to stand on both feet
And know that he shouldn't settle for any value

'Cause I always had a hunch
But I always called it off
Thought that I could change the world
Changing myself was the cost

Barbed wire covered each mean word
Ever heard in dining tables
Though hurtful, time and I made it into flowers
Offerings for anyone in need
Favors I'd never ask back
The favored side felt as far as I felt like a coward
I was drowning, crying their fears
Truths I still find hard to confess
But all I needed was someone to cry for me

'Cause I always had a hunch
But I always called it off
Thought that I could change the world
Changing myself was the cost

Slowly saving up, getting older
And though he wouldn't believe me
Even the ever-brokenhearted boy found his peace
That day heard the longest sigh
Ever recorded in human life
And those who lent their ears asking themselves why

Why wait for so long when you know
There's no rest for the repressed
Neither pride in running away

'Cause I always had a hunch
But I always called it off
Thought that I could change the world
Changing myself was the cost
And I don't pay it anymore

What a burden to put on a kid
But if I knew you back then
Would I ask you to break my heart
Just to help me through the worst parts?
I named a price for my silence
But if you knew me back then
Would you be a timely arrival
And redeem my words to break the cycle?