Texty: Dag Nasty. 85-86. Circles.

I wouldn't speak my mind
I didn't want to make them mad
I looked up to them
for the courage I thought I didn't have
I never bothered to lift a finger
to make my point
Now I'm spelling it out
and nobody's listening
It's hard to take it to heart
It hurts to be apart
But I can't watch and not be heard
The days go by and things get worse

but they say they can only get better
I try to make a dent
but it blends in with all the damage
I try to look the other way
but there's a mirror behind me
I see images of what can be done
It seems like I'm the only one
I wouldn't speak my mind