People talk talk talk, and I just try not to listen.
They won’t quit quit quit all their foolish whispering.
I wanna scream stop stop, but they just like gossiping.
And I swear I’m done with all their high school bickering.

Don’t they know ignorance is bliss?
Oh, I just can’t handle this.

And I want scream!
Leave me out of it.
I’m not your therapist.
Zip your lips.
Bite your tongue.
No one needs to know your junk.

I keep my head down low, but somehow misery finds me.
Can’t they see my face? Doesn’t silence mean something?
So much for being nice – not everyone’s been brought up right.
It’s funny when you see even pretty can get ugly.

Don’t they know word travels fast
And it always comes right back?

And I scream!
Leave me out of it.
I’m not your therapist.
Believe me
When I say
It’s all fun till someone’s named.

They can roll their eyes, nods their heads.
I won’t spread all that’s been said.
I won’t help them dig their graves.
My thoughts will be my own,
And I’m watching what I sow.

And from now on!
Leave me out of it.
I’m not your therapist.
Read my lips.
Talk to the hand.
Take your mouth and keep walking.

Oh when will they see
It’s just better to be (shhh…)?

~ AA (2013)