I'm still in that yesterday,
waiting for you to come
And I wanted to write you songs
But my words, they never rhyme
They're never enough
My voice isn't even that loud
It would never reach out
Now i'm left alone in my head, with simpler words
All I have is talking
But i know nobody's listening
And I'm sick of these words
I want to be heard
I wanna be done talking
But my voice isn't even that loud
I know that none of em would reach out
I was a poet once,
but now i'm just broken.
I don't even know how the satisfaction of breathing works anymore.
I want to scream from now on,
I want to be heard.
I want to sing my problems away.
I wanna be done talking.
I was a poet once,
A poet who isn't able to express herself.
A poet with a husky voice,
who wanted to become a singer.
It's just a sad story,
Cause my words
They never rhyme
They're never enough.
