You can't tell them,
They can't know
They'll only see
What you choose to show
So hide it up,
Under lock and key
It's just too much
To let those thoughts free
If they find out,
It'll cause them pain.
You're always too much
You drive them insane
You talk-talk-talk,
Make them carry your burdens
They definitely hate you;
That thought's for certain.
But aren't ALL your thoughts
The absolute truth?
You're already worthless,
Got nothing to lose.
Because you've already lost it,
Mind's been gone a long time
Stuck in some place
Between "awesome" and "fine"
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
You can't tell them,
They can't know
They'll only see
What you choose to show
So hide it up,
Under lock and key
It's just too much
To let those thoughts free
If they find out,
It'll cause them pain.
You're always too much
You drive them insane
You talk-talk-talk,
Make them carry your burdens
They definitely hate you;
That thought's for certain.
But aren't ALL your thoughts
The absolute truth?
You're already worthless,
Got nothing to lose.
Because you've already lost it,
Mind's been gone a long time
Stuck in some place
Between "awesome" and "fine"
Ignore how I completely forgot I had an account here.
I quite enjoy this one
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