My voice feels broken
Scratch and unspoken
Squeeze and lost
Worn and tossed.
I tried to use this broken record
But did not get the reward
People hits play but doesn't listen
Maybe I should have seen this in a vision
My words get covered
For someone else to discovered.
The thoughts trapped in its own little cage
As my voice keeps walking offstage.
The box that contains my voice
Keeps leaving without giving me a choice
Whenever I want to use this broken record
I want my words to finally step aboard.
Not leaving my throat abandoned.
