I just wish I could break down
let it all out, finally be found.
I'm tired of hiding from what hurts
either way I still feel like dirt.
I hate the fact that I can't cry
day by day I'll sit and try.
But it's all somewhere inside,
refusing to come out, choosing to hide.
If I could only show my true feelings,
my head might stop it's constant drilling.
How great it would be to relax,
look forward to the future and forget about the past.
When will it happen? I don't know,
but I'm ready for this moment, let the pain show.
How much is it going to take,
for me to finally give in and let my wall break.
One day I'll look up and stare at the sky,
and fully breakdown, finally feel myself cry.
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