Rage runs through my veins,
and the happiness in me drains.
The very words I dare to speak,
leaves my will weak.
Who am I to feel these feelings,
or to show my emotions,
and yet on the inside,
I am still broken.
Inside
Rage runs through my veins,
and the happiness in me drains.
The very words I dare to speak,
leaves my will weak.
Who am I to feel these feelings,
or to show my emotions,
and yet on the inside,
I am still broken.