Scream
Sometimes I swear I'm disappearing.
"Little _, so happy and nice"
I guess it's my fault. I wouldn't dare show something as obscene as my
heart
to anyone, least of all you. I guess I'm disappointed.
I would've though someone heard my soul
SCREAMING!But I guess, because of eyes that can only see,
It's getting hard to hear.
Sometimes I swear, I'm this close to screaming.
Sometimes I swear even you can hear this.
Sometimes I think I'll do something.
But I know I won't.
I'll sit quietly, pleasantly in the corner.
and pretend I'm not going insane.
"Little _, so happy and nice"
I guess it's my fault. I wouldn't dare show something as obscene as my
heart
to anyone, least of all you. I guess I'm disappointed.
I would've though someone heard my soul
SCREAMING!But I guess, because of eyes that can only see,
It's getting hard to hear.
Sometimes I swear, I'm this close to screaming.
Sometimes I swear even you can hear this.
Sometimes I think I'll do something.
But I know I won't.
I'll sit quietly, pleasantly in the corner.
and pretend I'm not going insane.
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