
When my lips part
The world doesn't take notice
They refuse to look my direction
To understand the path I've taken
And the one ahead of me
I am a product of daily miscommunication
I am unheard
And now I am incapable of listening
My ears are out of service
They won't return to commission
Until I am repaid for being forced into a speechless exile
The unheard can't hear
And no longer do they wish to speak



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They won't return to commission