If you knew how I ached
you'd be here with half baked ideas
and old whiskered remedies
that's why I keep these things that I feel
a secret
not sublet
or promoted on sites to be gloated and sneered at.
Secrets inside of me where part of me died to be
the man that I could never set free.
So I'm good and I'm well
don't ask
I won't tell
you anything other than that.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
If you knew how I ached
you'd be here with half baked ideas
and old whiskered remedies
that's why I keep these things that I feel
a secret
not sublet
or promoted on sites to be gloated and sneered at.
Secrets inside of me where part of me died to be
the man that I could never set free.
So I'm good and I'm well
don't ask
I won't tell
you anything other than that.
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