Another Way Forever

There are always words And without a way to simply say They all need to be heard Why do we always find another way? Do we rely too much on another? Dare I say forever hoping they'll understand And how much did we really give over? For when they haven't a clue yet ruling they can When we know, why do we expect others do too? An individual only runs with logic acquired upon themselves And when does hoping means a no need to do Did we remember others too much and forget ourselves? As honest as I can ever be... I try to be However, no matter, simply... never In a world where there are rules, those against you'll see Are we not but another being... trying to be clever? Do you want to hear or be heard? Because the words are there whether you want to say In ourselves we have the words Do we need to find... simply another way?