Your lips don’t have to move— your screams don’t make a sound. But I can hear you loud and clear. The silence of the gasps you breathe are roars in my memories. I don’t want to hear you scream – that’s not a whisper to me. My ears cannot bear such a chant; I will not give in to your clamor. Your words are precious dollars you’ve spent And you have spoken yourself poor. Silence is a virtue and your opinion makes me ill. When you are wrong you think your right. I’m sorry but this is how I feel. I cannot be controlled & I will never be told what to do. If there is one thing you’ll learn about me, It’s that I am the conductor of my very own tune. I play by my own rules But listen and you’ll see— my notes respect your own. Just listen to my tune. I hear you when you speak, Though you are repeating the same thing. My melody is open-minded, but you are deaf by province. I love you; but I hate you just as much. That isn’t fair to me: I deserve to be loved. I deserve to be trusted. And if you cannot give that to me… Your lips will move but I won’t hear a thing. Because I am not a speechless melody, listen to my tune.