Whose words do you speak?

 

Whose words do you speak?
~Miss A

I talk to you, I try to explain, my words, but you feel so void,
I want to hear what’s on your heart and you spit words of meaningless fire
No. No, I don’t wanna comprehend the shite with all that vanity
I wish you could recite the terms, full of  your liveliness, insane or sanity.
Listen to me, right now I can understand that, that the words you speak
Are perfectly kept, but aren’t yours. Tell me, whose words do you speak!

All this mumble jumble, you trickin’ me with, appreciated, but dear no
Don’t hit me with words of flow, they ain’t even yours.
I wish to hear it, clarity, than those words you speak. For once,
All of the hatred you spin into your words, are undone, then for that,
Moment just once, tell me your fine. I know you’ve been under pressure
To just, get it over with, but still, don’t tell me what you’ve been hearing
Tell me what do you feel. For I know, cunning could be true, but hatred
Is none of your features. I crumble, fall, hoping you’d be back to senses.