Disillusionment.
Idle eyes
I’ll eat those words I’m out of place
I forgot how much I hate the taste
I didn’t mean to spit them out
I’ll swallow them whole and learn to shout
To be heard
I’ll fake a smile I’m out of place
You can watch it spread across my face
I didn’t mean to laugh out loud
Those swallowed words are not allowed
To be heard
I’ll dig a grave I’m out of place
I’ll hide in here without a trace
I didn’t mean to dance on yours
In here I’m stuck without a cause
To be heard
I’ll take a drink I’m out of place
If I’m not drunk I’m losing face
I didn’t mean to sober up
I’ll preach the word that hurries up
To be heard
I’ll fake a sin I’m out of place
I’ll try this sin on like it’s lace
I didn’t mean to hang around
This crucifix is not allowed
To be heard
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