You say \"tone it down\", \"you do too much\"
You know my warmth is there -
Did you forget you too can be hot?
You see my voice as a burning flame.
I guess my light is a gas, taking up space.
I must\'ve forgotten to fold myself
To fit in this idiotic place.
You mistake my waves as a lot,
Mistake my sound as a zero,
My voice as useless noise.
Maybe you can sit down in a muted room,
Enjoy your coldness, enjoy the silence that is to bloom.
Let me keep my volume, let me keep my joy