We build our bridges We tear them down We wish for kisses We get frowns We accept it As though it's all we deserve Because we know we were meant to be seen. Not heard.
We build our cities Live our lives We hide our struggles and our strifes They don't want to hear it So we don't say a word Because we know we were meant to be seen. Not heard
And we take it We listen to them We **** it up Again and again The stories that we cannot tell For we were meant to be seen and not heard In this hell
I make music, I make noise They try to tear me down But they can't speak over my voice They try to quiet me But listen to my words I was meant to be seen *and heard
It's a song. I doesn't have a chorus But it's a song.