I'm not the speaker,
I'm just the repeater.
I'm not the speaker,
I'm just the repeater.
I'm not the speaker,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.
I'M NOT THE SPEAKER,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.
I'M NOT THE WITNESS,
I WAS THE BYSTANDER.
I'M NOT THE POET,
THIS IS MY CONFESSION.
I'M NOT THE SPEAKER,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.
THIS IS YOUR WARNING,
YOU BEST CHECK YOUR SOURCES.
I'M NOT THE SPEAKER,
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.
I'M JUST THE REPEATER.
JUST THE REPATER.
REPEAT.
REPEAT.
I DO NOT SPEAK.
SO WHY DO YOU LISTEN?
Some words are never truly ours.
We say them, shape them, pass them on.
Yet in the end, they belong to the voices that cannot speak.
To listen to echoes, is not to hear lies.
It is simply the only way to connect with a speaker you cannot hear.
For it is only the author who could possibly know for sure what they said,
What they did,
What truly happened.
It is up to the author to repeat the events.
And it is up to the reader to believe them.
Dear reader, do you trust your author to speak the truth?
If there is value in the stories told by authors,
Is there value in stories told by rumors?
Is this relevant?
Or am I rambling?
Is there already an answer?
Who gets to decide?