Native tongues
We have accepted
That we can never see eye to eye
With one another
Fear remains on your soul, and as life unfolds
You have become the tale untold
Bury me under dirt and sorrow
Like a broken dream
This was never meant to be
End the noise, end it now
Slow voices surround me
With nowhere to go
I refuse to listen
Empty stares from uneasy eyes
I see you’re dead inside
Stuck in gloom, so soon
Am I in the wrong?
Am I losing ground?
The judgement you speak
Has skewed all clarity
Pacing around the room
All the eyes are now on you
We have accepted
That we can never see eye to eye
With one another
Fear remains on your soul, and as life unfolds
You have become the tale untold
Bury me under dirt and sorrow
Like a broken dream
This was never meant to be
End the noise, end it now
Slow voices surround me
With nowhere to go
I refuse to listen
Empty stares from uneasy eyes
I see you’re dead inside
Stuck in gloom, so soon
Am I in the wrong?
Am I losing ground?
The judgement you speak
Has skewed all clarity
Pacing around the room
All the eyes are now on you
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