Someone told me
If you have something to say, say it
They keep on pushing me
Live like you're dying, SHOUT IT!
But what if
the words you're about to scream will hurt you?
And it
will cause pain, troubles and trauma's will hunt you.
Any day, every day
I've been thinking been wondering
Why everyone is smiling
And they just keep dancing
Is it me?
Who keeps a sorrowful part?
Can some one help me?
Lend me a hand and tear this apart.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
Someone told me
If you have something to say, say it
They keep on pushing me
Live like you're dying, SHOUT IT!
But what if
the words you're about to scream will hurt you?
And it
will cause pain, troubles and trauma's will hunt you.
Any day, every day
I've been thinking been wondering
Why everyone is smiling
And they just keep dancing
Is it me?
Who keeps a sorrowful part?
Can some one help me?
Lend me a hand and tear this apart.
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