Instrument of my soul

Words will deliberately misinterpret
My tongue slurs more often
As a sign the even the well versed language
Cannot do justice to what someone has to say

By someone meaning me

I said:
If I was in pursuit of meaning
Should I be denied happiness then?

What can replace words?
A foreign language I’m only slightly similar with
What punishes the lips
And makes the ears grow fonder
Makes the heart stir
And the skin shiver

It’s only a story
A speechless one
So that one would know
But not know at the same time

A half told truth
A half told lie
That the best lie you can commit

Sentences just disgrace me
And make a living mockery out of me
Further justifying how poorly train I am in lyrics

Once in a while,
The song is much better off without the words

Touch that key, and never speak again