Lyrics: In Honor of The Tortured Poets Department Release!

​Speak your mind

But always stay kind

That’s what they used to tell me

Now kindness bruises dirty knees

That spent too long kneeling

Hoping you would see me

But no, I’m still the fucked up no one 

Too messed up to be known by someone 

Hoping blinding to be seen by somebody 

But being ghosted like some unknown nobody 

You underestimate my misunderstanding 

Of the lack of understanding you command

When communication is only a key player

If you only understood what was being said 

Then maybe you wouldn’t misunderstand 

The misunderstanding you blame me for

But sure, I’m still the fucked up no one 

Too messed up to know somebody 

Hoping blinding to be seen by someone

But being ghosted like some unknown nobody 

Instead of breathing breath, you take for granted

I choke on words I left unsaid 

I rather suffocate than waste my breath 

On precious words left on read 

When I’m the last one left caring

What good will it even do?

Then to supply more cannon fodder

That makes me look like the guilty party 

When I stand up for my truth

Cementing me into my roots, as some lonely nobody 

Yeah, no, I’m still the fucked up no one 

Way too messed up to be known by someone 

Hoping blinding to be seen by somebody 

Still ghosted like some unknown nobody