I can't feel what you're saying if I can't touch your words let me play with your syllables roll 'em around in my mouth a few times and repeat them back to you word for word verbatim
I just want you to know I'm listening and I feel you like a piece of paper sharp enough to cut my finger like a small saw I would be a liar if I said "words don't hurt me" they do depending on who sharpens the edge and throws the blow it's only one person I know who can get to my soul and they don't know the power they hold over me if it's up to me they never will as long as the shield holds up and the mask don't fall off