It happens again and again
I heard the beauty you made
And now I have to speak louder
Making my voice heard over yours
Thinking, knowing that my words
will be held up to yours
even if others aren't doing it
I still am, I hear how my words sound
This doesn't sound right
This doesn't flow right
This doesn't feel right
And now, once again, I'm in that hole
It isn't your fault, it's mine
I put myself there every time
Now I have to climb up, struggling to get free
to find what I know is me
But it isn't right yet
And I don't know if it ever will be
But I have to keep climbing
To get out of the hole I dig
Because I hate it down there
And I want to be free