even when my lungs have shredded
and my throat is dried to the extreme,
i'll tell you over and over.
but still you refuse to adhere
to your ears
and you carry on anyway.
will it take ten thousand others
to have you give me
even a decibel?
or maybe if beg and beg
you'll feel a pinch of
responsibility to listen?
i think i'm about
to tip over
from the disillusion that's
accumulated.
i ask you yet again
for once would you
just listen?
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
even when my lungs have shredded
and my throat is dried to the extreme,
i'll tell you over and over.
but still you refuse to adhere
to your ears
and you carry on anyway.
will it take ten thousand others
to have you give me
even a decibel?
or maybe if beg and beg
you'll feel a pinch of
responsibility to listen?
i think i'm about
to tip over
from the disillusion that's
accumulated.
i ask you yet again
for once would you
just listen?
some people just **** you off/
conform would you??
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