Buried

Say a word, plant a seed.
Look at them, don’t look at me.

Buried, like snow, to cover a crime.
If they’re looking at yours, they won’t look at mine.

Point a finger, put them down,
my head’s more worthy to wear a crown.

Buried, like snow, to cover a crime.
If they’re looking at yours, they won’t look at mine.

Do I judge others to distract from me,
does chaining another make myself free?

Buried, like snow, to cover a crime.
If they’re looking at yours, they won’t look at mine.

The snow will melt, come due time.
Now they see yours, but soon will see mine.

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