If you took away my vocal chords
And left me with pen and paper,

You'd know me ten times better,
Than if, I spoke the words.

For I speak with my mind
But write with my soul,
I speak when wise
But write with heart.

Oh, I would die, if pen, paper
And I, were apart.

You do not truly know me,
Until you've read what I've written
You can not truly understand me,
Until you analize what I've wrote.

Through writing is the key to my heart,
For pen, paper and, I, shall never part.

And if we do, you'll find
You won't know a signle thing on my mind.
...

So rip out my vocal chords,
I only speak with written words.