Victim
If I have to listen
One more time
To your voice it grinds
If you hate it then go
Who has told you that it isn’t so?
Who holds your feet under your desk?
What is forcing you to sit and create?
What has the world offered
That you so despise?
I can see behind your eyes
And you cry, you cry
What is this pain?
That suffers you so
No ball and chain
No hidden gain
No lies of tomorrow
No enforced sorrow
If I have to listen one more time
I’m going to crawl
Over to your feet
I’m going to nail them down
Maybe then you’ll leave
Then I’m going to cry
I’m going to live out your pain
When everyone around you is hurting
Will that relieve you inside?
If we all suffer too
Hold your hand
Will you forgive yourself
Disjointed man
Will you begin to cry too?
Please hurry and heal
Your voice is becoming a part of me
A part of your prison
Give me some relief
Next time I hear you
I’m going to stand
And shout your name
Over and over and over again
Until my voice is hoarse
And I can barely speak
I’ve got to leave this place
I’ll give you another week
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