Speaking your truth
You won't find an echo
In the pits
How do you figure out
You're in the wrong place?
When you cannot find answers
When you cannot ask questions
When you dismiss your own truth
And all you're left with is what you can do to others.
It hurts, doesn't it?
That's what you'll never ask,
Not out loud.
As long as it hurts you more than it hurt me.
Sold! To the lady in the wrong room.
When did you find women
You could talk to?
Confide.
Understand you were understood.
When did you say I love you, to your sister?