Though I beg you to reconsider
You have every right to speak my pain on a stage in the name of art
The kind of burrowed pain only an introvert could leave undeclared, unspoken, and Undevoted to the crowd
Not as you are it's slave, it's grand acting, chained, breathless, entertaining slave
Be a simple kind of man
You have nothing to yourself
I am branded and burned and singed
To elevate and aggravate my worst fears
On the numbed faces of dispersed strangers
Who will never know the feeling of my fingers on their brow
Under a low-lit ceiling of Sundays, and Mondays, and Tuesdays
And all days of our eleven years
I beg you to reconsider
Sarah Heagy - Reconsider Lyrics
Sarah Heagy - Reconsider Lyrics
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Though I beg you to reconsider
You have every right to speak my pain on a stage in the name of art
The kind of burrowed pain only an introvert could leave undeclared, unspoken, and Undevoted to the crowd
Not as you are it's slave, it's grand acting, chained, breathless, entertaining slave
Be a simple kind of man
You have nothing to yourself
I am branded and burned and singed
To elevate and aggravate my worst fears
On the numbed faces of dispersed strangers
Who will never know the feeling of my fingers on their brow
Under a low-lit ceiling of Sundays, and Mondays, and Tuesdays
And all days of our eleven years
I beg you to reconsider
You have every right to speak my pain on a stage in the name of art
The kind of burrowed pain only an introvert could leave undeclared, unspoken, and Undevoted to the crowd
Not as you are it's slave, it's grand acting, chained, breathless, entertaining slave
Be a simple kind of man
You have nothing to yourself
I am branded and burned and singed
To elevate and aggravate my worst fears
On the numbed faces of dispersed strangers
Who will never know the feeling of my fingers on their brow
Under a low-lit ceiling of Sundays, and Mondays, and Tuesdays
And all days of our eleven years
I beg you to reconsider
Writer: Sarah Heagy
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