Fading in the background

Hung up on the tide
Words sunk out to sea

Trapped in your blue veins
Cut them open let them breath

Harsh words of criticism
Spu from your mouth

My brain used to be open
Now its caught in your trap

The words I want to say to you
are on the tip of my tong

Father says we are suppose aren't to be seen nor heard
So I will be here, fading into the background





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