If My Tongue Could Talk

This tongue in me won't sing, won't speak
 These lungs won't breathe
 And it's getting to me
 Those eyes can't see what's inside me
 They try, but they can't get it out
 And it burns
 And it permeates on the tip of my tongue
 Not a liar, though I wish I was one
 If I could sing these words, one thing
 It burns, it stings
 And it's moving through me
 So I decide to keep it inside
 Hold tight. Hold it 'til it's too late
 So spit it out!
 As it permeates
 As it suffocates me
 On the tip of my tongue
 As it burns
 I can't breathe
 So it turns
 And it suffocates in what's left of my lungs
 And it burns
 And it permeates on what's left of the tip of my tongue
 Not a liar, though I wish I was one
 I can't speak