Answers

You want answers
but silence isn't easy to spin
you know, deep behind my eyes, 
I see what you are, and where you've been. 

You ask for answers,
but you already have them
you're begging me for words in hopes that I might say something other than the truth

You insist on answers
That maybe the syllables would mute the heavy silence speaking directly to your guilt
You're angry because you think you've lost control
Im angry I ever allowed you to think you had it.