[Khamoshi]

Look into these eyes of mine
And tell me what you see
Tell me of all the things I can do
And all that I'll never be

I've tried to make them understand
But they judge me more instead
They see me as weak and nothing but trouble
But I'm not sure who holds the blame
I've tried so hard to right my wrongs

But they've proved that my faults stay the same
So I give up on trying and I no longer care
I accept my fate with pride
I cover my ears to the hatred they spit
And ignore all the senseless lies

I am not weak nor am I trouble
Not bad but nor am I good
In all the things I know that I am
I know simply, I'm misunderstood.

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