It isn't a foolish thought, that I might have to be quiet
Never express my voice, having reason to be silenced
They never liked me, never trusted me, so why worry
Am I am afraid to offend someone? anyone at all?
Well yes, there are those I care enough not to offend
I wonder if it'll ever again be worth the punishment
I don't think so... and more now, I might be revealed
I know I shouldn't need to censor my voice, but I do
Saving myself from accusations and more, so I won't
The response is pandemonium, sound, nothing real
If I can speak freely without a worry perhaps I will
My views will not freely pour, the cost is too great
Don't count on me to become suddenly without guile
So see me as an enigma, a stranger or distant voice
After all, who I am, is mine to be, it is my choice
Should you want more, I can't help you
It will be your loss, n'est-ce pas vrai?
