You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
We feel in such a deep way,
flooding our veins throughout the day.
Some let themselves feel,
then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Some cling onto their emotions,
causing commotions.
Some push it away,
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
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