My words are not the ones I say out loud,
But the ones I want to;
They're not the scribbling I write down,
But the ones, in soul, so true.

My words are not the ones you hear
And the ones you judge me for;
The words I say are not as real
As the ones I need to show.

In words, united we have been
For ages, centuries, decades,
But none of us have ever seen
The truth behind these cheap facades.