I look in the mirror Just deal with it I yell The pain is like a white hot seer I need to quit running away and stop hiding in a shell No more options, I need to man up No longer can I make excuses As I go to talk though in my throat I feel a lump I've lighted the fuses I will come out and say my thoughts I'll tell everyone the words I need to say In a way I'm saying I fought I no longer will keep myself at bay I'm rising up and starting a rebellion of my emotions I don't need any magic potions
I have a hard time talking about a lot of stuff unless I type it but I'm going to stop it⦠at least that's the plan.