I'm torn between the words I could have chosen
And the ones I really said.
I hesitated
And now I've left you mad...

I’m stuck amidst regret, guilt and anger
for things I left unsaid
I chose silence
And now my silence has been spread.

I’m hard but weak and helpless
And so cold that I feel dead.

You’re soft and tasty
but so mean and pasty...
You’re the butter,
I’m the bread.