There's something I don't tell anyone, It keeps me up at night. From this feeling, I always run, Because It's just not right.
I confess, that I will never confess. But these feelings always depress. My emotions constantly at play, And I'm the one who has to pay. Because this truth I Hide, Will remain deep inside. It just can't be any other way.
What will I do with my knowledge, What will I do with these feelings. The embarresment I feel within, a wedge; Between my happiness, and what im concealing.
What should I do, with what I can't say? What will become, if I remain this way? Truth be told, I've got myself stressed, Truth be told, it's made me rather depressed.
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