Keep it all locked up inside
A bubbling boiling swell
An eternal Wait for the turning tide
To end finally you now quite hell
When you share the pain
With the one who care’s,
You bring unto them your rain
And receive painful stares
So the lonely sound of your voice
Becomes the marooning sound of choice
No-one knows what to do with you,
So just move on, just with you
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