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
