It’s easy to get lost
When your voice is one of many.
I used to think that if I said
What they wanted to hear,
Then they would keep me near.
And slowly, even I,
Forgot what my own voice sounded like.
It’s easy to get lost
When your voice is one of many.
I used to think that if I said
What they wanted to hear,
Then they would keep me near.
And slowly, even I,
Forgot what my own voice sounded like.
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