Letters are my companion, words are my escape
Sentences never abandon, opinions are my shape
I am not enough for your compassion, my words are stuck in my nape
Words are my passion, without them, i will stand agape

I am lame is the name of this game,
Feelings are set aflame but i remain blind to this claim
Your words, i would acclaim, even if mine, i refuse to exclaim
Cause with every thing, i'd put a name when they are meant in a frame

You come along with your perfect explanations
You play my song with all your aspirations
I am always wrong, i am in need of medications
Maybe it's me, i prolong all of my revelations

My words, they fail me, my words are ******* in a knot
But my words are not a guarantee of what i think you thought
I'm sorry if you disagree that in a trap, my words have been caught
But you should know i'm stuck at sea without plans of being sought

Your words are my undoing, your words make me frail
Your passion, you keep tattooing, in my mind, my words are in jail
Continue with what you're doing and you will eventually prevail
Words take time, they need brewing, soon my passion, i will exhale.

Your words have reached every atom, in me, there is something you've convened
You have demanded a ransom, when my words has further careened
My words, i can't completely fathom when it combines with my fiend
Together with my residing phantom, with my words, they always intervene.