We are like birds that haven't found a way to fly. Stuck on the ground. We say words that never seem to compensate. We grow, to be cut down. Yet after all, we have. Carried on.
But it's not enough to hear me. It's not enough to say. The voices in your head are what is getting in the way. It's not enough to feel me, like I'm coursing through your veins. It's not enough to hear me even though, we're the same.
To know, the answer to the questions. Yet still, refuse to see. To show, no remorse for the casualty. The years, that long stood still. Yet after all, we have. Carried on.
But it's not enough to hear me. It's not enough to say. The voices in your head are what is getting in the way. It's not enough to feel me, like I'm coursing through your veins. It's not enough to hear me even though, we're the same.