Bottle up bottle up
You think you're being strong
Keeping all that in your head
You're just doing yourself wrong

Yes it makes you feel strong at first
To be alone without interrupt
But you're not alone with your thoughts
When you bottle up, bottle up

You're young and only human
Maybe that's why you go about with your strut
To collect your little bottles
With endless bottoms to fill up

But don't you see they aren't endless
If they were why else would you need so many
That you collect and drag with your shoulders
The bottles which are way too heavy

Sooner or later you'll drop them
One by one with a frown
There'll be shattered glass by your feet
As your bottles fall down

Even if some days are worse than ever
And the days you just can't turn around
I'll be there as a lid
Bottle up, or bottle down