Alone I stand here under a birch tree,
Wanting to be set free,
Yelling all the words that are all unheard,
Needing to get them unblurred,
If you could only know how bad they tear me apart,
Them words they are just stuck on my heart,
It tears me from the inside out
when I begin to start to shout,
but in the end, they will always stay unsaid.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
Alone I stand here under a birch tree,
Wanting to be set free,
Yelling all the words that are all unheard,
Needing to get them unblurred,
If you could only know how bad they tear me apart,
Them words they are just stuck on my heart,
It tears me from the inside out
when I begin to start to shout,
but in the end, they will always stay unsaid.
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