Telephone


My life is like a bad game of telephone,
you just hear what you wanna hear
it's not easy for me to make my thoughts known,
instead of trying to understand, you just tell me to disappear
this game is why I like to be alone
I hate having to try so hard,
the message comes long after the tone
but you already hit the button to discard

The baby of the family, never felt like I fit in
all my life I've tried so hard,
but I just can't seem to win.
I've always rather be alone, so that I'm not misunderstood
just reading, writing, and listening to music in my room,
but you never understood.
None of you really know the real me, you just see what you wanna see
it was easier to just label me as crazy,
and lock me up and throw away the key.

My life is like a bad game of telephone,
you just hear what you wanna hear
it's not easy for me to make my thoughts known,
instead of trying to understand, you just tell me to disappear
this game is why I like to be alone
I hate having to try so hard,
the message comes long after the tone
but you already hit the button to discard

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