I wanted to know even if you felt embarassed.
I wanted to know even if you lost composure.
I wanted to know you were sad.
But you muddled it out with anger and displacement.
And in the end I still want to know how you feel and let me tell you
Swallowing your pride rarely gives you indigestion
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
I wanted to know even if you felt embarassed.
I wanted to know even if you lost composure.
I wanted to know you were sad.
But you muddled it out with anger and displacement.
And in the end I still want to know how you feel and let me tell you
Swallowing your pride rarely gives you indigestion
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