I spoke first, with calm and reason Weighed every word, heart wide open They frowned, turned their heads Too much, they said: Just being dramatic Then he came, with a rehearsed tone Repeated my cry, but all dressed up And you all clapped like it was something new Like it was gold, like it was truth And I spilled myself at the table With doubt’s knife buried deep in me Watched you all smiling, toasting To the speech I gave, but didn’t count from me It’s the same phrase! The same words, the same tone But from his mouth, it struck a chord And me? I’m just another who complained To the deaf echo of minds already swayed I spoke with pain, you laughed in anger I spoke with love, you called it drama Now I hear my thoughts in his voice And you dance like it's some holy mantra Everything I said, trampled and tossed Returns with shine, from a borrowed source What do I do with this knot in my throat? With this bitter taste of being unheard? It’s the same phrase! The same words, the same tone But from his mouth, it turned to stone And me? I’m just another who cried On a mute stage that never replied Is it the face? The way that I speak? Or the fear of seeing me actually think? When he says it, it’s called wisdom When I say it, it’s just a symptom It’s the same phrase! But he’s the hero, and I’m the burden He’s the calm one, I’m the disturbance Though we’re mirrors of what was said It’s me who breaks, while he’s ahead It’s the same phrase But from my mouth, it never meant a thing