Bottled
Bottled up inside, like a fifth of grey goose
emotions I tried to hide
my mind's running loose
afraid of what i might find
if I keep digging deeper
into my melon like a rind
I thought she was a keeper
but she can't find the time
my future just looks bleaker
but I still want to shine
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