Victim Of Words

The words will stay in my mouth,

The next time,

Before they reach your ears,

And get twisted,

As if we speak foreign languages,

That lose out the meaning,

In translation.

The words will melt in my mouth,

The next time,

Before they fire up,

And make me a culprit,

As if I'm not really the victim here,

For burning out everything,

I could ever give.